Hate gestates through the ages
And caught up with you before you arranged it
The patterns are true I'm due to notice
That your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Mildew stains in this tundra
It's bruised your will and dragged you under
A resolute smile despite wider worry
But your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Set in stone, aren't you clever?
Said one poker-faced hard shark to the other
I don't mean to stain your sensitive mane, but I'm going to
'Cause your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you
Yeah, your lionheart's through
And I'll just be outside waiting for you.