Lyrics
More than a fire in her eyes
More than all the spirits in the skies
Her soul is moving thru a station
Carefully defied
An instant white light
Tell of it in stories thru the night
A fine unknowing, dispossession
Opening inside
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the wiles and all the lace
Thru this body and this face
More than a light in the dark
More than any incidental spark
Her song is hidden deep inside her
Solitary art
To fail on display
Open to the blinding, crowded day
A wager to a different method bargain
One to shade away
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the dark and all the fear
Thru the mist and thru the tear
Here knows, a friend
Unafraid, understood
O to fail would be the best of medicines
To stand apart from every glare and every blackened shroud
A voice to cure the soundless blinkering
(She knows, she knows, she knows)
More than a fire in decline
More than all the ashen colored light
A thoughtless feeling entering in-
To the breaking night
And morning will come
Sure as any story under thumb
A tale unbounded in its telling
By the teller’s tongue
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the arc of what becomes
What remains to her undone
Here knows, a friend
Unafraid, understood
O to fail would be the best of medicines
To stand apart from every glare and every blackened shroud
A voice to cure the soundless blinkering
(She knows, she knows, she knows)
