Here is a list of fearful things: The jaws of sharks, a vulture's wings. The rabid bite of the dog's of war. The voice of one who went before. But most of all the mirror's gaze, which counts us out our numbered days.
Had another dream about the lions at the doorThey were not half as frightening as they were beforeBut I'm thinking about eternitySome kind'a ecstasy's got a hold on meWalls, windows, trees, waves coming throughYou be in me I'll be in youTogether in eternitySome kind'a ecstasy's got a hold on meUp among the firs where it smells so sweetOr down in the valley were the river used to beI got my mind on eternitySome kind'a ecstasy's got a hold on me, and I'mWondering where the lions are and I'mWondering where the lions are...bruce cockburn