William Fitzsimmons lions acoustic

And after the rains came
And washed out her remnant
And looking for traces
Of bloodlines in faces
And you remind me of the breath
That I drew
For you the shadow of a ghost
There's lions between us
They'll cut us to pieces
And before the sun came
Forgotten her old name
And you remind me of the breath
That I drew
For you the shadow of a ghost
No more