Make Love Under The Spotlight

As I cry I forget all my worries Till I wonder why I cry at all Whilst I am floored cut off, down I ask myself What is it to die on stage? Not in a way that's bad, I mean For you to bring it all Open your own, cage door Let the angels & dark beasts rage Make love under the spotlight What is it to be loved, adored What is it like to be, renovated? What is it like to feel renewed? Worshipped, worshipped, worshipped And listened to, to be like snowfall Fluttering on everything on everyone To then listen to like a shaman A soothsayer a new-born Buddha To be like a pristine burning fire That purifies the shadows in you & me What is it to die on stage? Not in a way that's bad, I mean For you to bring it all And open a cage door To be loved & adored To be renovated? To find your own, wings. Find that spark that ignites who you, really are.