Closed umbrellas with rain dripping down them and all over me.
Thousands of dead lions
And there is silence
None of them can breathe.
So I’m not scared
But I am still wet
And my eyes still burn from saline.
A million “I love you”s don’t mean a thing from far away
Cuz I can’t hear them over the roar
Of all the dead lions whose throats are sore.