I see the [bad word] over the hill
And if you shout, maybe they stop and won’t kill
But if you think like me, you’ll be as dead as he…

I see the lion crawling over your bed
And if you stay, he’ll make you walk in your bed
To what you’re gonna be it never lets you be

I see the colour in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more colour in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies

I won’t let you take him away
And I won’t give to you the fires of hate
So I will never see what you’ve done to me

I see the colour in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more colour in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies

Now [bad word] alive
With the world at your side

Now [bad word] alive
With the world at your side

I see the [bad word] over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won’t kill
But if you think like me, you’ll be as dead as he
Some day

I see the colour in your eyes
I see the images I own
I see more colour in your eyes
Than the reflections from purple skies

Now [bad word] alive
With the world at your side

Now [bad word] alive
With the world at your side