Album: Slowhand
by Eric Clapton and Marcy Levy
Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me.
Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me.
There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury.
There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry.
Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart.
And down at my core is the hottest part.
I can run without fear.
If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite.
Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight.
No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea.
'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me.
Chorus
It is burning.
It is burning.
You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow.
I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow.
Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind:
You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime."
Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart.
And down at the core is the hottest part.
We can run without fear.
It is burning.
It is burning.