Wire stew
I’ll manifest a life with you,
Again, again—no tire.
My wishful thinking may come true,
If I walk on a wire.
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To keep and feed this fire.
Let it simmer, let it stew,
And color my desire.
I’ll manifest a life with you,
Again, again—no tire.
My wishful thinking may come true,
If I walk on a wire.
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To keep and feed this fire.
Let it simmer, let it stew,
And color my desire.