Fire & Ice

   My good friend Lachelle Chaney sang with me on this.                                                                                                                                                           See?

 

I'm letting this in for awhile,

a brief indulgence before shutting the door again.

Remembering just what I want to.

Escaping just before reality sets in.

 

For someone who doesn't like change,                                            

I am embracing the seasons starting to turn,

while she just can't wait to see

all that's left after what else has burned.

 

Where will I be

If I'm led by this desire?

Chained or free?

Caught somewhere between the ice and fire.

 

For someone who doesn't like change,

I am embracing the tide starting to rise.

And without her averting eyes,

the truth is no longer shrouded in her disguise.

 

But where will I be

If I'm led by this desire?

Chained or free?

Caught somewhere between the ice and fire.

 

Where will I be

If I'm led by this desire?

Chained or truly free?

Caught somewhere between the ice and fire.

Where will this all lead

If I stay waiting here patiently?

To some new beginning

After all the complacency