some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring
but i know love as a fading thing
just as
fickl e
as a feather in a stream
honey, i saw love. you see, it came to me
it put its face u p 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
but my heart is wild, and my bones are steam and i could kill you with my bare hands if i was free.