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