[00:25.36]Hot tribal night
[00:49.04]Underneath fluorescent skies
[00:55.41]Bonfires rage strange
[00:59.95]Wild, waving, shouting Picasso faces
[01:05.20]In the guise of a lioness
[01:08.69]The wind kisses her burning dress
[01:12.87]You can feel her animal eyes
[01:16.79]You can hear them cry
[01:21.05]"Be the jewel around my neck,
[01:24.48]Never a tear on my burning dress."
[01:43.82]Lying paralyzed
[01:47.06]A brave prey who lays dying
[01:51.16]And is surrounded by angry spirits
[01:55.41]Hunters, guns, drums, and elephants
[01:59.65]Why is this night quiet?
[02:03.06]Filled with trees, filled with eyes
[02:07.34]As she prowls around my feet
[02:10.78]She throws back her head dress and cries
[02:15.24]"Now you will be mine,
[02:20.19]Be my young lion."
[02:55.52]Why is this night quiet?
[02:58.95]Why the trees filled with eyes?
[03:03.29]As she prowls around my feet
[03:06.65]She throws back her head dress and cries
[03:12.83]"Be my young lion."
[03:21.33]🎵