wild beautiful thing

hoarded away from day

its true your heart was bleak

you're colors dim not getting what they seek

at the turn of day you slipped away

dreaming, you dare not speak

with those ember eyes

those nights of fire

that burned so brightly with desire

till the morning sun, it lit you through

you walked on, fearce and true

you banished the past that had haunted you

now I've known love, but not like yours

and though as you'll come to know

some say love is a burning thing

a wild beautiful thing