• The spark had been gone for so long til you came
    Giving me something to write once more
    Just when all my words sounded fragile and lame

    I had been washed up onto a distant shore
    where I was sputtering and gasping for air
    I was soaked to the bone and chilled to the core

    Just when I'd given up, you were standing there
    With a voice like a phoenix to end my chill
    No other source of warmth could ever compare

    Let all of those jealous gods do what they will
    They wont hold me back from this beautiful thrill