The Panther

Your vision is weary it cannot hold
Anything but endless bars, no world
Pacing circles, he softly strides
A mighty will is paralyzed

I know how you feel
I know how you feel
Pacing round
Round and round a ring

Only at times the curtain lifts
Quiet scenes, they rush on in
Pupils open as a fawn
Plunge to the heart and now they're gone

I know how you feel
I know how you feel
Pacing round
Round and round and round a ring