you leave me balanced on the knife edge between storm cloud and solace
i will dance in a whirlwind and scour the memory with rain water and dust

spinning, spinning
i will weave trouble into a raven wing
even icarus will envy the kiss
my coal-hued feathers furnish the sky with love

you shake my faith in me, the tremors ripple into earthquakes and monsoons
i will dance in the canyons and leap over the precipice, over thorn bushes and roses

spinning, spinning
i will weave trouble into a raven wing
even icarus will envy the kiss
my coal-hued feathers furnish the sky with love