I can hear the song of the hartebeest
As their hooves drum to a hunger
I can sing a fear or a malady
As I drown deep in the wonder
When the river's running slow
When the cats kill one by one
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
When the river's running slow
When the acres turn green and the cats kill one by one