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
