Fire Songtext
von Rowan Rheingans

Hush, don′t sing

You can't sing those songs anymore
Though you sing of green and pleasant lands
They burned the evidence
And the arguments for joy
In case we forget again
That we were born to kill for love
Which is not real love

But it′s warming the cold evening
And the others went before us
Collecting sticks from the woods
To feed the flames
That will suck the air from around us
We will drown before the thunder comes


We'll go outside and build a fire
We'll go out in all the gardens
And pile it higher and higher
And as we watch it all burn
The sun will go
The ground will blacken where an old wind blows
We′ll be here in the same old place
With smoke in our hair
And soot on our faces, love
Oh careless, careless, careless love

We are short-sighted
We are blinded by the pull of one side
On the other side
And it tugs at our skin
And we let it in
Just to keep peace with the neighbours
Just to quieten the din, love

I′ll follow you outside, we'll build a fire
We′ll take things from all the gardens
And pile it higher and higher

As we watch it all burn
The sun will go
The ground will blacken where an old wind blows
And we'll be here in the same old place
With blood on our hands
And guilty faces
And the oldest excuses, love
Oh careless, careless, careless love


It always starts slow
The promise of belonging
The promise of belonging
The promise of belonging
Drowns us in
Its shivering skin
And to belong
We all stop talking

Hush, hush, don′t sing
You can't sing those songs anymore, grandmother
Though you sing of green and pleasant lands
They′ve been covered over
In the darkest of colours
From the smoke of a fire
Which still hangs above us

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Hush, don't sing
Hush, don't sing