i
It’s cold but there’s a light a burn a bright light always blazing inside
It’s dark but there’s a light a burn a bright light -
that’s all there is
that’s all we are
I light a match, I fight the switch, I grind on broken mirrors
clean up / weep, clean up / grieve / clean up, breathe
I’m tuning in and tuning out, I choose all my own tunings
this I know
I don’t know anything
I’m sure that there’s a light a burn a bright light
ablaze inside of him (even if he don’t yet know)
I’m sure the rose can bloom inside his cavern, in his cage
this I know
I don’t know anything
His love earned the title of god but like all idols
he failed me – he was ordinary
I’m sure his love was pure, I’m sure his eyes were blue
I’m sure of what – I never knew him at all
It’s hard, she falls apart, but there’s a mirror that she’s holding –
it is shimmering inside
and all her broken plans, her broken man, the broken
show her sacred shadows that she’s been avoiding
Them ripples in her pond distort the image she reflected on her body,
Her sweatshop spins like turnstiles, she never said consent
to the invasion of her wisdom
the mutilation of her freedom
the creation of a victim inside her head
Cry into the sun
Lie under the sun
Die under the sun

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