Red sun, go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals
Yes, and a girl is there, high heeling across the square
The wind it blows around in her hair, and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.
Church bell, clinging on, trying to get a crowd, Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon, the chime it plays
They're all in the station, praying for trains, the congregation's, late again
It's getting darker, all the time, these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion howling for a fight.
Strap hanging, gunshot sound, door slamming on the, overground
The starlings are tough, but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn, but there's hope later for, capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough, to get her home
Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions, I'm thinking about the lions
A fade out
What happened to the lions, tonight (tonight) (tonight)