Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh, but I know love
As a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love
You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me

I could be the tiger, I could be the snake I could be the fire, I could be the lake I could be the sky-bird waiting on the wind I could be the devil waiting to begin See, I was the wounded maste

Mama, there's wolves in the house Mama, they won't let me out Mama, they're mating at night Mama, they won’t make nice They're pacing and glowing bright Their faces all snowy and white Bury