Love, where is your fire?
I've been sitting here smoking away
Making signals with sticks 
And odd ends and bits, 
But still there's no sign of a flame
Imposters have been passing, 
Offering good-feeling glow 
But I'm holding out 
For what You are about – 
An inferno that burns to the bone 

Some urge me to be temperate, 
Lukewarm will never do

'Cos I, I wanna blaze with You 
So i'm holding my heart out to You 
Holding my heart out 

So I stand, handing out torches 
Speaking words that are lamps to their feet 
Till the tine when [bad word] 
And I'm whole and we are one 
And the fire in me [bad word] 

Some tell me to be moderate 
But lukewarm will never do

'Cos I, I know I'll blaze with You 
So i'm holding my heart out to You 
Holding my heart out 

Then a [bad word] to lie at the back of my mind 
That I'll offer You me and You'd politely decline 
So i hasten to mute it, I'll shout and rebuke it - "away!"