First Aid Kit - The lions roar

^AmNow the pale morning s^Cings of fo^Grgotten t^Amhings She plays a ^Amtune for those who w^Cish to over^Amlook The fact that ^Amthey've been blindl^Cy deceived by ^Gthose who preach and ^Ampray and teach But ^Amshe falls short and the ^Gnight explodes in ^Amlaughter

But don't you ^Amcome here and ^Csay I ^Gdidn't warn ^Amyou About the ^Amway your ^Cworld can ^Amalter And ^Amoh how you ^Ctry to ^Gcommand it all ^Amstill Every ^Amsingle time it all ^Gshifts one way or the ^Amother

And I'm a go^Fddamn co^Cward, but then ag^Gain so are ^Amyou And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Has me ev^Fading and h^Colleri^Gng for ^Amyou And I n^Fever re^Cally k^Gnew what to ^Amdo

Well I ^Amguess sometimes I ^Cwish you were a ^Glittle more pre^Amdictable That ^AmI could read you ^Cjust like a ^Ambook For ^Amnow I can ^Conly guess ^Gwhat's coming ^Amnext By ^Amexamining your ^Ctimid ^Gsmile And the ^Amways of the ^Cold, old ^Gwinds blowing you back '^Amround

And I'm a go^Fddamn f^Cool, but then ag^Gain so are ^Amyou And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Has me se^Feking out and s^Cearchi^Gng for ^Amyou And I ne^Fver re^Cally k^Gnew what to ^Amdo

^DSometimes I wish I could ^Ffind my Rosemary H^Amill I'd ^Dsit there and look at the ^Fdeserted lakes and I'd ^Amsing And every o^Fnce in a wh^Cile I'd s^Ging a song for ^Amyou That would r^Fise above the mo^Cuntains and the st^Gars and the ^Amsea And if I wa^Fnted it to it would lead you back to ^Amme

And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Is some^Fthing that ^CI have he^Gard be^Amfore A chi^Fldren's t^Cale, the lon^Gesome w^Amail ^FOf a l^Cion'^Gs r^Amoar