Young Lions Songtext

Hot tribal night underneath fluorescent skies
Bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces
In the guise of a lioness, the wind kisses her burning dress
You can feel her animal eyes, you can hear them cry
"Be the jewel around my neck, never a tear on my burning dress"

Lying paralyzed, a brave prey who lays dying
And is surrounded by angry spirits, hunters, guns, drums and elephants
Why is this night quiet? Filled with with trees, filled with eyes
As she prowls around my feet, she throws back her headdress and cries