Wondering Where The Lions

Em sun’s up , uh huh , looks okay A the world survives into another day Em and i’m thinking about eternity A some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Em i had another dream about lions at the door A they weren’t half as frightening as they were before Em but i’m thinking about eternity A some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Em walls windows trees , waves coming through A you be in me and i’ll be in you Em together in eternity A some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Em up among the firs where it smells so sweet A or down in the valley where the river used to be Em i got my mind on eternity A some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Em and i’m wondering where the lions are . . . A i’m wondering where the lions are . . . huge orange flying boat rises off a lake [ from : thousand - year - old petroglyphs doing a double take pointing a finger at eternity i’m sitting in the middle of this ecstasy young men marching , helmets shining in the sun , polished as precise like the brain behind the gun ( should be! ) they got me thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i’m wondering where the lions are . . . i’m wondering where the lions are . . . freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay one of these days we’re going to sail away , going to sail into eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i’m wondering where the lions are . . . i’m wondering where the lions are . . .