Lion's Den

Dry The River

Night descended
Like a blanket on a house,
Where I miss you, like a limb,
I close the curtains, shun the working and I,
Put your record on,
I put your record on

Oooh-oooh

I, the lonely, tax collector never had
Such a feeling, before you came and
You descended, I amended and I need it like a hole in the head
I need it like a hole in the head

Oooh-oooh etc.

You took me to the lion's den!
And waited for the beast to begin!

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