I wore the bright false gold. Till it burned my hands. Walked through a room of mirrors. Till I knew the man. You called me down by name. From under all that smoke. I found my bones still singing. Though the rope was broke.
And I keep on turning. Toward my own small flame. Every borrowed halo. Falls and says my name. I can feel it coming. Slow through my chest. The part of me that left here. Coming home to rest.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. What was taken by the night. Comes back to me. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand where I was broken. And I still believe.
Road dust on my collar. Rain in my hair. I lost a lot of wanting. But I left the care. The pretty lies were paper. The shine was just a spell. Now I hear my soul call out. And it calls me well.
And I keep on turning. Toward my own small flame. Every borrowed halo. Falls and says my name. I can feel it coming. Slow through my chest. The part of me that left here. Coming home to rest.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. What was taken by the night. Comes back to me. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand where I was broken. And I still believe.
Let the old smoke thin out. Let the pretty fade. I have kissed the hard road. I have made my bed. If I tremble, let me. If I bend, I bend. I am not what stole from me. I am who remained.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. What was taken by the night. Comes back to me. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand where I was broken. And I still believe.
