Curious Woman - Tow'rs

I feel the flames oh Madonna, I feel the heat of your Child

Birthing from all heavens glory,

Clothed in the brown skin of God

I see a light in the desert, I see it blazing on high

Burning down all preconceived, Notions of who you would be

Call it a sweet, a sweet premonition

We saw no defeat, as we labored the weight of the fire

Post Chorus

Curious woman the revolution is your joy

I’ve kept my hopes locked away, I’ve kept my scars in a jar

I thought that love had a limit, Careful not to reach too far

Flipping that table of lies, Breeched but I’m breathing just fine

Dear woman please Recognize, Divinity held inside

Call it a sweet, a sweet premonition

We saw no defeat, as we labored the weight of the fire

Post Chorus

Curious woman the revolution is your joy

I feel the flames oh Madonna, I feel the heat of your Child

Birthing from all heavens glory, Clothed in the brown skin of God