Lions

[00:26.38] Red sun going down, way over dirty town

[00:35.28] Starlings they're sweeping around, crazy shoals

[00:44.45] Yes and a girl is there, high heeling across the square

[00:52.66] The wind, it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles

[01:01.07] Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light

[01:04.84] She looks around to find a face she can like

[01:17.35] Church bell clinging on distant, trying to get a crowd for Evensong

[01:26.54] Nobody cares to depend upon the chimes it plays

[01:34.68] They're all in the station praying for trains

[01:39.01] Congregation's late again

[01:44.39] It's getting darker all the time, these flagpole days

[01:52.28] Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright

[01:56.05] He's a crazy lion, he's a-howling for a fight

[02:34.74] Strap hanging, gunshots sound

[02:39.32] Doors slamming on the Overground

[02:44.18] Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone

[02:52.34] Her evening paper is horror torn

[02:56.65] But there's hope for later, Capricorn

[03:00.97] Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home

[03:09.43] Then she'll read about a swing to the right

[03:13.44] But she's been thinking about a stranger in the night

[03:22.55] I'm thinking about the lions

[03:26.85] Thinking about the lions

[03:31.41] What happened to the lions

[03:33.94] Tonight, tonight, tonight

[03:56.98] Thinking about the lions

[04:57.08] Thinking about the lions