| Pure (When the fire comes) J. Englishman |
| I bow down Before her And bleed at her altar I feel this Word's weight Lift from my shoulders And when the fire comes I will endure And when the fire comes I will be pure Broken, twisted She lifts me from ashes Orpheus, risen Bathed in her kisses And when the fire comes I will endure And when the fire comes I will be pure ......... Are here for the moment With teases and blessings She leaves me in torment After she returns I will endure And when she returns I will be pure And when the fire comes I will endure And when the fire comes I will be pure And when the fire comes.... |