Song for Zula

So if any of you haven't heard - really heard - this song.... then you need to. For me some days it's the words I didn't know there were in the language I've been waiting for. It's even better if you search the "Live at St. Pancras Church" version.

Song for Zula - Phosphorescent

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 the stream.
See honey I saw love, you see it came to me.
It put its face up to my face so I could see.
And 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 acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hand.
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. 
And my feet are gold - and my heart is wild -
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, it is a burning thing
and that it makes a fiery ring.
Oh but I know love as some 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.