John Ralston "Gas & Matches" |
Wind, re-wind, wind, wind She drifts off to sleep Her head's full of vines Praying now to my sweet lord To turn us back around like a ship back to the shore Is the fire out? Did the winter winds blow it back down? Is the fire out? Then bring it back somehow Or are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards? Now we're burning up our history Like the early morning mist disappearing to the sea Turning on and off the lights To see what we've got left by the day and by the night Is the fire out? Did the winter winds blow it back down? Is the fire out? Then bring it back somehow Or are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards? So where'd you go? Can I follow you? I don't mind where you're going to Can I follow you? But you don't even talk No, you don't even say a word Not a word Is the fire out? Did the winter winds blow it back down? Is the fire out? Then bring it back right now Or are we just living with gas and matches? Yeah, are we just living with gas and matches? Are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards? Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |