Performer

Wafting In the eagerness of early December I'm floating Whilst everything I know is cascading Down into the sinkhole Is it warm down there? I keep waiting through the hours of cold Reaching for a single speck of light I do not know this man But he is in my bedroom unfurling And I am uncertain I can play as I have played before But I am a performer, of course I'll perform Is it warm down there? I keep waiting through the hours of cold Reaching for a single speck of light I keep waiting through the hours of cold Pressing for the sun to come and find me Must I bring my own torch? Must I bring my own torch? Must I bring my own torch? Or are you gonna come and Light me up Light me up Light me up