Lioness you have picked up the scent
for those crimes I did not commit
when you tear away the flesh
I am still grazing on that grassy plain

As you crouch all ready to pounce
you taste something very different
and panic wells inside my rib cage
stealing my heart away

I know I am slower than you, but I see you now
and am looking deep into your eyes Lioness
Even me, I taste something very different
It is just one more day on that grassy plain

Feeding on the anticipation of you