Yesterday's Fire

I can see being with you You’ve got a body I imagine to be like What I imagine you’ve been told I can see being with you Your clothes are great and you wear them loose And you know, when to hang on and when to let go You had a house and you took me there I had to notice that the walls were bare and white Like the ashes of yesterday’s fire The bed looked like a butcher’s block And you liked it better when I was on top And I thought about nothing at all You seem alright A little close to the night But you seem alright It’s inappropriate But at least the walls are white A piece of fool’s gold next to an empty vase I’m too old for you anyway And I know you’ll disagree Cause you know that you’re pretty when you lie Before I go I think I should tell you That all the stars are dying and most of them are already through We’re just getting off on yesterday’s fire From under a rock, I’m on my way to grace I have stopped in a thousand houses, on my way But I never will forget, oh no, I never will forget About the way we played The Fall And broke your plates against the wall As the sun rose Then we fell asleep in the glass and then I had to go