She dances with fire,
eyes lost and blazing;
she sings a magical melody to him.
He sits in a corner,
skin cold to the touch;
and dreams of the warmth hidden within.
The circle of fire,
crafted with sadness,
serves to strengthen this sacred dance.
She senses his heart beat,
sky-clad and aching,
one sorrow, one rhythm, one trance.
A coin from the jar, is held in his hands;
each token is carefully spent.
A star in the sky, is wished this upon;
she knows what the old ones meant.
Lost, this boy is lost.
How will she find him?
Lost, this girl is lost.
How will he find her?
And he works with old words,
from that place that's his,
still trying to find the end of all things.
Discovery of magic,
together with him,
his ancient lover he thinks will bring.
A coin from the jar, is held in his hands;
each token is carefully spent.
A star in the sky, is wished this upon;
she knows what the old ones meant.
My precious high priestess,
strong be your will;
please don't lose faith in me now.
I, too, remember
our ageless love;
and I will find you somehow.
She dances with fire,
eyes lost and blazing;
she sings silently, wishing for him.
He sits on a corner,
skin cold to the touch;
and dreams of the warmth that he and she could share.
