Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here,. but the wind blows round my heels, so I stay. I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else.
Once upon a time I made a lion roar. He was sleeping in the sunbeams on the old zoo floor. I'd gone to see the park where my papa used to play. And It's called, called Villa Borghese and it's on the way.