Catch Your Fire

Filling up that loving cup

It went to my desire

No I don´t mind at all

Drinking of your sweet sweet wine

Lady luck,in your eyes I see the light

Of a thousand fires

You reading ancient rhymes

Remembering me of good old times

And when I do

I just wanna catch your fire

No I don´t mind at all

Riding on your dusty broom

Bold mountain´s living rock

Split the atoms of gloom

The moon is pale

Thereby hangs a tale

Maundy thursday affair

Hanging in the air

Everybody dances in a ring

I can feel them swing

The pied piper somehow will show them the way

Don´t break the enchantment

She´s begging me to stay

Just to make sure I catch your fire

Run the still

Don´t you let the fire die

Let´s spin the wheel

For some psychedelic night

Window sill

Take of to the sky

Couse nothing´s real

On this universal flight