reach out and touch my soul
the flames in me burn hot as coal
I have the token
I paid the toll
you do not yet know your role
so you slow down
you lift me up, knock me around
why must I always play the clown?
I mend the tattered fabric of my heart on the other side of town
your heart sees mine like a tunnel throughout time
we communicate through movement and love through pantomime
I find it difficult to let it go
a few months have never seemed so long ago
I've come back to let you know
I'm on fire
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
reach out and touch my soul
the flames in me burn hot as coal
I have the token
I paid the toll
you do not yet know your role
so you slow down
you lift me up, knock me around
why must I always play the clown?
I mend the tattered fabric of my heart on the other side of town
your heart sees mine like a tunnel throughout time
we communicate through movement and love through pantomime
I find it difficult to let it go
a few months have never seemed so long ago
I've come back to let you know
I'm on fire
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