Where is your fire?

Love, where is your fire?

I've been sitting here smoking away

making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits, but there's no sign of a flame

Imposters have been passing, offering good-feeling glow

but I'm holding out for what you are about - an inferno that burns to the bone

some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do.

'Cos I, I wanna (know I'll) blaze with you

So I'm holding my heart out to you

Holding my heart out

So I stand, handing out torches

speaking words that are lamps to their feet

Til the time when you come an I'm whole and we are one and the fire in me is complete

Some tell me to be moderate but lukewarm will never do

Then a doubt comes to lie at the back of my mind

That I'll offer you me and you'll politely decline (no thank you)

So I hasten to mute it, I'll shout and rebuke it - "away!"

~*~ Love, Where is your fire? by Brooke Fraser