song for zula

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 put 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 acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands.
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in."
I will not open myself up 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.
My feet are gold, my heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night!
See, honey, I am not some broken thing;
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee!
No, my heart is gold, and my feet are light,
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night!

So, some say love is a burning thing,
That it makes a fiery ring;
Oh, but I know love as a caging thing,
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream.
Oh, and all you folks, you come to see,
You just 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.