lift me up on
a kindling throne
fill my cup by spilling your own
build me up and
put me down
brim it with jewels
and shatter my crown
what is yours?
what is mine?
what’s our line?
will we draw
if you had wings to where might you fly?
I would climb all the way up through the sky
now I am grounded, down by your side
though it’s only half true, may I call you mine?
any stick I would throw on the fire
if it makes me the man you’d admire
and when the time comes that one’s gotta go
maybe now won’t feel so on our own
until I come back around like a ring
you will know by the song we shall sing
you will know by the song