I'm burning like an effigy in here
The summer's come to haunt me
And I know I'm not the sacrificial deer,

But I wish you could've warned me

Of the Phrygian Lion,

With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love


I understood the chemistry of peace
You covered me in warpaint
When Moses was a whisper in the reeds

I carved you in the floodplain

By the Phrygian Lion,

With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love


Under sweet autumnal skins is our myth dispelled
In your strange and simple way


And the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
Is what makes it our love


And the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,

Is what makes it our love

And the Phrygian Lion,

With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love