I've got a nickname
And it should be proof
That I do not live my life aloof
But streak in hair
And fabric that would dare
To set alight
And be the fire
To burn by night
To light the way
Of all the wanderers who stay
On the beaten track 
Now there is no way to turn back
On my side once more
In grace I do adore
The reflection of your face
I'm seeing you every place
I go or roam and for a moment
You were home
But I guess I see I have gone astray
And must refind the way
By the light of love
Descended on me like a white dove
Or fire and tongues
What it is to be young