Purplene Lyonhardt
Hate gestates through the ages
And caught up with you before you arranged it
The patterns are true
I'm due to notice that your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Mildew stews in this tundra
It's bruised your will and dragged you under
A resolute smile despite wider worry
But your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Set in stone, aren't you clever?
Said one poker-faced hard shark to the other
I don't mean to stain your sensitive mane
But I'm going to
'Cause your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Yeah, your lionheart's through
And I'll just be outside waiting for you