The Core

Every morning when I wake,

A feeling soon begins to overtake me

Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain;

It finally surrounds me

There is fire, there is life,

There is passion, fever and fury.

There is love and there is hate,

There is longing, anger and worry.

Oh, I am a flame;

Feel it touch my heart.

And down at my core is the hottest part.

I can run without fear.

If it should become too cold,

I know I can endure the frostbite.

Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me;

I keep myself so close to my sight.

No one then can cause me harm,

Just as the river runs into the sea.

'Cause every day,

A fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me.

It is burning.

It is burning.

You can trust me; we can laugh

Together we can share our sorrow.

I will give you secrets too,

An attitude that you may borrow.

Gypsy woman said to me,

"One thing you must bear in your mind:

You are young and you are free,

But damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime."

Oh, you have a flame;

Feel it in your heart.

And down at the core is the hottest part.

We can run without fear.

It is burning.

It is burning.