Lions Lions. Les Mains Froids, Le Coeur Chaud. Zeneszám

I can see you out there waving your hands
you're frantic
it's impossible to miss this
can you wait for the storm to clear?
I'll dive right in
and drag you back to the shore

cold hands warm heart
is there any way to revive you?
this tide could tear us apart
so stand feet shoulders width apart
you are my anchor
you were from the start

you are the cross bearer
you did this to yourself

Are you giving up are you
too damn proud
I can feel a pulse
your heart is beating
you're not fooling anyone
wake up wake up

We danced around around this problem for too long
another season ends we're so far off from where we began
we've lost all direction

cold hands warm heart
is there any way to revive you?
this tide could tear us apart
so stand feet shoulders width apart
you are my anchor
you were from the start

Don't let go of everything you held so close