Cauldron of fire

 

The sleeping bag is ready

it's just a matter of choosing a place to go

that's how I've always felt

and that's how I feel tonight

a place where the day reads itself

a place with a hiding place I can be in

that's how I've always felt

I just didn't know until now

the sound of bells calls me

draws me to the secret place

the sound of bells

draws me with a ringing in my ears.

 

I have put my dreams in the cauldron of fire

I have put my dreams in the cauldron of fire

you are my angel

you are my angel

in the high window's night of dress

in the widows' fluttering madness

you are my angel above

now I bury myself

somewhere in the forest

somewhere in the forest

where I must not be either.

 

A voice rules within me

call a spade a spade

you are my beloved

you are my requiem

everything you hold

and whistle through

and put your fingers on

vibrates with the voice I hear inside

your kisses seem to lead me 

from island to island

so ready are your kisses

that I cannot die.

 

I have put my dreams in the cauldron of fire

I have put my dreams in the cauldron of fire

you are my angel

you are my angel

in the high window's night of dress

in the widows' fluttering madness

you are my angel above

now I bury myself

somewhere in the forest

somewhere in the forest

where I must not be either.