Lyrics: Rachel Brassfield
Music: Rachel Brassfield/Louis Hahlweg/Sean Wharton
Throw me in the fire
I know no honor that is higher
Been raised to appreciate the burn
It will alleviate my yearning
Earning my own worth
In his eyes
In his eyes
In his eyes
Toss me off the mountain
I don't know why people are shouting
What other power can I use
Than offering the flower of my youth
Bearing fruit, sharing my own truth
In his eyes
In his eyes
In his eyes
So...
Throw me in the fire
I'll sit so pretty on the pyre
You'll see me smile through the char
Being a child isn't hard
Or far from my own martyrdom
In his eyes
In his eyes
In his eyes
Tell me it's a ritual
Say, "Baby I wish you well"
Wish me well, wish me well, wish me well
Tell me it's a ritual
Say, "baby I wish you well"
Wish me well, wish me well, wish me well
And I will be
If he wills me
Mmm