They said I was made for quieter scenes
That you would cause explosions
all around me.

That your bag is packed with dynamite
And one day I would light a match
And be blown away to infinity.

So what,
if that fire is my destiny
Then bring it on
let it come
my house and burn its light.

For living without you
Would be visiting beautiful
Dangerous places
only in a travel brochure.

Now I will follow you anywhere
into the fires of the earth
and be knocked down
By it fury and beauty.

And if you ever tire of me
And leave me back in
the abyss of conventional life.
I shall still be content
and have not one regret.

For I would have explored
all the beauty
of this dangerous planet.
And it was you
who took me there,