Out On The Tundra The Lions Play Their Little Games

Of Life And Death

And While The Father Lay Sleeping The Mother Lies Near

With Cubs At Her Breast



It's Not What You Do

Not What You Say

Eunicita Believes In Life Before Death



Small Pieces Of My Heart Fall To The Ground For

All To See

Who Cares For Me? Who Cares For Me?



The Picture Frame Spins Round And Round My Face

I've Lost The Place I Used To Go All By Myself

He Stands Alone, The Rocks And Trees Have All Blown Away

The Sands Burn His Feet



There Are Precious Stones, Things Which A Man Could Use

To Make His Fortune

But He Does Not See, For His Mind Is Now

In Other Places