there is a rule to life and i am beginning to know it
you don't have to make a thing happen if you cast yourself in the pot
do not deny the flowing of this world
even now in summer heat, even now in yawning
i can feel it
it doesn't ave to be believed
i can feel Mother Ol'ds ladle beating against my tabel
and my shoulder and saying let's move on
i cansurrender to the drums
and to the desire
this fire isn't from a candle, sharply lighting
even when its lightning, it booms low across the sky and turns
the green grey to blu
ah, this lustful fire's about you