Little Lion - Ephemera

Not safe, not sure

Less than ever before

I cannot put a price on myself

Like a little lion

Trying to catch his tail

I cannot keep on teasing myself

So I’m going over familiar fields

Almost blowing over familiar fields

Comes more easily to me now

Much more easily to me now

So this may be the last words

You will hear from me

I cannot keep on telling lies to myself

So I’m going over familiar fields

Almost blowing over familiar fields

Comes more easily to me now

Much more easily to me now