Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs 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 trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend to depend upon the chime it plays
They're all in the station praying for trains
Congregation late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion 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 for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her 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 tonight
What happened to the lions


Lyrics submitted by Dasch

Lions Lyrics as written by Mark Knopfler

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    mark knopfler could do two things as well as anyone as anyone else in the business: play guitar and write lyrics that make you feel like you are in the the scenes he's describing...see this song and sultans of swing for proof of that.

    ZinbobDanon September 26, 2004   Link

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