Mark Ramsey Gott - Lion of Chance Lyrics

If I were to write a song for you
Praising your every emotion
I'd rip it up into pieces
And I'd feed it to the ocean
If I were to write a song for you
About the sadness of your eyes
I'd sever out my tongue
For blasphemy for lies

This Lion of Chance
Bays on his leash
And he tugs for you to come
Go run with him
Like the child is free
And strike the shameful dumb

If I were to write a poem for you
With a misdirected tone
I'd join Sisyphus on the mountain side
Rolling up the stone
If jealousy should strike me down
With his hard and heavy palm
I'd shelter in the wilderness
And wait for the storm to calm

You've been waiting so long
For your road to curve
So go and fill your day
Soft is your magic
And gracious is your gift
Silence is what you say