Lions

Lions - Dire Straits (恐懼海峽)

Red sun go down way over dirty town

Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals

The stand a girl is there high heeling across the square

Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles

Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light

She looks around to find a face she can like

Church bell clinging on easter trying to get a crowd evensong

Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays

All in the station praying for trains

Cogregations late again

It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days

Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright

He's crazy lion he's howling for a fight

Strap hanging gunshot sound

Doors slamming on the overground

Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone

Her evening paper is horror torn

But there's hope later capricorns

Lucky stars give her just enough to get home

Then she's reading about a swing to the right

But she's thinking about a stranger in the night

I'm thinking about the lions

Thinking about the lions

Happened to the lions

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Thinking about the lions

Thinking about the lions