Lion’s Eye

Walking blind through the wardrobe and into the night
A streetlamp shines on a winter scene frozen in time
Something is drawing you that can melt all the ice and the gloom and will set the whole world right
There's a flame burning steady and bright in the lion's eye
In the lion's eye

To see his face, catch a glimpse of the golden mane, is never safe
But you know that he's good just the same
You can't help but look away from the strength of his gaze
Burning through what is frozen in your soul
Feel the streams begin to flow in the lion's eye
In the lion's eye

Deeper magic from long before
At the sound of his roar death itself will be working backwards now
Turning everything around in the lion's eye
In the lion's eye, in the lion's eye
In the lion's eye