I once played with a lion cub
He tied the sun around me and I couldn't break free
I raced him to the cliff edge but
he never made it back I never saw where he went

I asked my friends should I take a look?'
They hissed and told me 'get back in your jungle book
It's too late now to seek that cub
He'll be a danger to the lives of everyone you love'
But a plan to stop the search has never felt so rough

Oh When will this end
I long for my sleep
Oh When will this end
How slow must I breathe

I now sit awaiting water and light
Perhaps I'll blossom in to the most glorious sight
When will it rain it's ever so plain
Soaked in wine the way we dine it's always the same
He never made it back I wonder now if he came

Oh when will this end
I long for my sleep
Oh when will this end
How slow must I breathe