Lionheart

I see all the flowers growing
But my mind is branching off
Between channeling and knowing
Where the Sun is high above

I lack understanding
Why my love is so demanding
But love itself is rarely understood
I'm reaching for direction
Sun-dialing in reflection
If only I could feel the way I should

I see all the flowers growing
But my mind is branching off
Between channeling and knowing
Where the Sun is high above

I lack understanding
Why my love is so demanding
But love itself is rarely understood
I'm reaching for direction
Sun-dialing in reflection
If only I could feel the way I should