Joan of Arc

I'm gonna give you mine to hold"
"Well then fire, make your body cold
To the one beneath the smoke

Saying this she climbed inside
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress

Myself I long, I long for love and light
Then she clearly clearly understood
I saw her wince, I saw her cry
He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
It was deep deep into his fiery heart
I want the kind of work I had before

She said, "I'm tired of the war
And high above all these assembled wedding guests

To wear upon my swollen appetite"
And theres something in me yearns to win
To be his one, to be his only bride
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
�Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke
With a wedding dress or something white
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood

"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"

You see I've watched you riding all most every single day
I saw the glory in her eye
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine

"Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied
Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way
It was deep into his fiery heart
No moon to keep her Armour bright
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night