Some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring.
Oh!, but I know love as a fading thing
just as fickle as a feather in a stream.
See, honey, I saw love,
you see it came to me.
It puts its face up to my face so I could see.
Yeah!, then I saw love disfigure me
into something I am not recognizing.
See the cage, it called.
I said, come on in.
I will not open myself up this way again
nor lay my face to the soil,
nor my teeth to the sand,
I will not lay like this for days now upon end.
You will not see me fall,
nor see me struggle to stand
to be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands.
You see the cage it called. I said, come on in
I will not open myself this way again.
You see the moon is bright in that treetop night.
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light.
I might fear, I go and my heart is white
and we race right out on the desert plains all night.
So honey I am now, some broken thing,
I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here.
Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
and I'm racing out on the desert plains all night.
So some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring.
All that I know love as a caging thing,
just a killer come to call from some awful dream.
And all you folks, you come to see,
you just to stand there in the glass looking at me,
but my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
and I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
Phosphorescent.
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