Il testo della Lion's den

Night descended like a blanket, on the house
Where i miss you like a limb.
I close the curtains, shun the working and
I put your record on.
I put your record on.

I, the lonely tax collector, never had

Such a feeling before you came.
You descended, i amended
And i need it like a hole in the head.
I need it like a hole in the head.

You took me to the lion’s den
And waited for the beast to begin.