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

Because 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