There's a lion in the closet in my room
He's waiting for me to get home soon
When I open the door I don't get a fright
We've been playing this game since the other night
But when I wake up it's another illusion
Why do I make up these disillusions
There's a bird in the tree he talks to me
We have discussions about foreign policy
He's an expert on migration; he's in a bad situation
We've been talking for years but I don't know his name
But when I wake up it's another illusion
Why do I make up these disillusions
Perhaps it's a need
Perhaps it's desire
I'll burn all this baggage
When I light the fire
When I light the fire
When I light the fire
There's a lion in the closet in my room
There's a lion in the closet in my room
There's a lion in the closet in my room
There's a lion in the closet in my room