Текст песни Lion's Den

Night descended Like a blanket on a house, Where I miss you, like a limb, I close the curtains, shun the working and I, Put your record on, I put your record on Oooh-oooh I, the lonely, tax collector never had Such a feeling, before you came and You descended, I amended and I need it like a hole in the head I need it like a hole in the head Oooh-oooh etc. You took me to the lion's den! And waited for the beast to begin!