Your lion has left the ring now
But there in the dust
Every jaw hanging open
Look on if you must
How are you dreaming?
High on your hill
Gold in the turning light
I remember it still
Up there somewhere in the ether
Summers without shoes
Now youre here with the danger
Things you cannot do
How are you dreaming?
High on your hill
Gold in the turning light
I remember it still
I remember it still
I remember it still
