I feel the flames oh Madonna
 
 I feel the heat of your Child
 
 Birthing from all heavens glory
 
 Clothed in the brown skin of God
 
 I see a light in the desert
 
 I see it blazing on high
 
 Burning down all preconceived
 
 Notions of who you would be
 
  
  Call it a sweet, a sweet premonition
 
 We saw no defeat, as we labored
 
 The weight of the fire
  
 
 Curious woman
 
 The revolution is your joy
  
 
 I've kept my hopes locked away
 
 I've kept my scars in a jar
 
 I thought that love had a limit
 
 Careful not to reach too far
 
 Flipping that table of lies
 
 Breeched but I'm breathing just fine
 
 Dear woman, please
 
 Recognize, Divinity held inside
  
 
 Call it a sweet, a sweet premonition
 
 We saw no defeat, as we labored the weight of the fire
  
 
 Curious woman
 
 The revolution is your joy
  
 
 I feel the flames oh Madonna
 
 I feel the heat of your Child
 
 Birthing from all heavens glory
 
 Clothed in the brown skin of God