Lying on my side knowing of thirst is how I'll die
Chalk on my tongue
Relying on the night beneath the dunes I'd where I lie to block the sun
Trying to ignite some sort of passion from inside
To [bad word] This feeling of desertion can't be worse than never having anyone

So I'll ask
One thing
Just one thing
Of you
Don't ever turn me loose Even when I turn my back

lion on his side was it the lying or his pride
Which brought him down
Once the king of beasts but now they feast on the thoughts beneath his vacant crown
Trying to decide was it the lying or the pride
Which brought it down
To be alone to be dethroned believe me I know all about it

So I'll ask
One thing
Just one thing
Of you
Don't ever turn me loose
Even when I turn my back

I never told you then that I'd be easy to love
Supposedly a man but I felt like a cub
I wandered into the plains further and farther away
Not ever knowing that I'd [bad word] back the same
As my organs gave way I swear I felt something burst
It's been thirteen days and now I'm dying of thirst
As for the birds of prey I pray that someone else will get here first
But I am not alone
I'll be alright
Just take these bone and breathe them back to life

So I'll ask
One thing
Just one thing
Of you
Don't ever turn me loose
So I'll ask
One thing
Just one thing
Of you
Don't ever turn me loose (So I'll ask)
Don't ever turn me loose (One thing)
Don't ever turn me loose (Just one thing)
Even when I turn my back