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