shield your eyes

i'm burning like an effigy in here: the summer's come to haunt me. and i know i'm not the sacrificial deer

but i wish you could've warned me

of the phrygian lion

with his excellent eyesight

at the gate of our love. i understood the chemistry of peace;

you covered me in warpaint. when moses was a whisper in the reeds

i carved you in the floodplain

by the phrygian lion

with his excellent eyesight

at the gate of our love. under sweet autumnal skins is our myth dispelled. in your strange and simple way. and the phrygian lion

with his excellent eyesight

is what makes it our love. and the phrygian lion

with his excellent eyesight

at the gate of our love.