There's a place for me in the burning sun
Where flowers don't bloom
And winds of faith don't come

You'll find me here when the rest have gone
My legs will be your roots
And my strong arms torn

Dusted boots and myrrh and saffron songs
If I've yet to give my soul
I'll save a piece for you

A piece for me and all the shards for the end
Have you got a nickel?
Or five shiny pennies?

I always did prefer their backwards ways
The moon's on a platter
Save a slice for your day

If I say my feet and fingertips don't burn
A bitter forever I'll be a liar
But you don't want the truth

So here's a little known half-truth for you
I'll save a sunny burning place
For a boiling, bleeding two