You see the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light.
Ah, my feet are gold and my heart is white
and we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee.
Oh my heart is gold, my feet are light
and I am racing out on the desert plains all night.
So some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring.
Ah but I know love as a caging thing
just a killer come to call from some awful dream
and all you folks, you come to see
you just stand there in the glass looking at me
but my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
and I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.

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