Dry The River - Lion`s Den

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

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

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



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

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

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



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