The horns in the fog could be
Heard if not seen
Helping to guide the blind in a dream
And down by the seashore
A banquet she gave
She was feeding and needing
A soul she could save
Mama lion mama lion
I'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
There's a hole in my destiny
And I'm out on the brink
Mama lion mama lion
She bounces off the boulders
She runs on the rocks
She's taking her time
From her grandfather clocks
And over the border
And down on the land
She's living in the future
And it lies in her hand
Mama lion mama lion
I'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
There's a hole in my destiny
And I'm out on the brink
Mama lion mama lion
Mama lion mama lion
I'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
There's a hole in my destiny
And I'm out on the brink
Mama lion mama lion
