Lyrics
I need to find a little solitude, my love
In which to catch alight my breath
I need to build a little fire in my heart
Which will spit and spark 'til my death
So I can unfurl the pretty flames
That have my arms
Which I will raise up to the sky
With a twisted smile
And I will sing "Glory Be"
And inside, whisper, "help me, please"
And shout out "Love, love, love"
For eternity
Oh, what have I become?
And where is my mother?
Oh, bring me my sticks and spices
That I may build this birthing pyre
He says I have the soul of the sun
But I'm yet to ignite it
(I'm yet to invite it)
And she says I'm not around any more
But she still tastes the smoke on my tongue
But I will unfurl the pretty flames
That have my legs
And waltz away my flesh and feathers
And I will cry tears of glee
And I will beg you to save me
But I'll be flying, flying, flying
It's mythical policy
Oh, what have I become?
And where is my mother?
Oh, bring me my sticks and spices
That I may build this birthing pyre
Just give me a thousand years, my love
I'll meet you by the ashes
Oh, what have I become?
And where is my mother?
Bring me my sticks and spices
That I may build this birthing pyre
What have I become?
And where is my mother?
