Flying with the guys And my longing for fire Crying like last night The night which brings me higher In search of light Escape the night one day She'
(Love is where you find it when you find no love at home) And there's nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone The bottle's almost empty the clock
I heard a voice asking what happens after the fire And then a sound of breaking window and the scream of a tyre And then the sound of a distant gun and
After the fire is over After the ashes cool After the smoke is blown away I will be is for you After the stillness finds you After the winds of
I know you I've memorized your smell You hold me Underneath your spell You'd teach me to walk on the fire You'd try to make a liar out of me So
Mo fire, mo fire, yo Mo fire, weezy, mo fire Mo fire, I give her, mo fire Mo fire Why did he plot, my fifty cup My city hot, I'm dodgin' the city cop
Love is where you find it When you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone The bottle is almost empty The clock
I think it's a cold cold world And I think we need to heat it Light it up like gasoline When a match is thrown down in it So go ahead and light a match
After the Fire from the Roger Daltrey LP "Under a Raging Moon" [Unpunctuated, as that's the way the liner notes had it. ---Rsk ] After the fire the fire
Wars, drought Fuck his face man Come on Yeah We turn desire to fire, electric sparks to the wire Highered the stakes when we bought this monster Life
You never know what the moment means Till it's finally gone You burned so fast, you put out the flame Tell me, what went wrong? How do you get back To
Love is where you find it when you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes after the fire is gone The bottle is almost empty, the clock
Sarviin tarras vuohipukin HA¶rppA¤s verta PerkeleestA¤ Miesin voima maasta nousi Nousi mullasta ikikirojen Tulessa minA¤ synnyin Tulessa minA¤ kasvoin
Rise Written signed off in the obituary What happened to us? Where's your anger? Where's your fucking rage? Watered down senses lost Lazy privileged
Front and center ten percent pulled apart Vilified tolerate but only to patronize Hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high Leg breaking for your sheep
I said I'm crazy one more time, picked up the phone And wondered why, so many years of hidden dreams Pushed down too far to ever win, locked doors and
All obsessed with the taste of flesh Black panthers and the CIA Into a sharp wit with a stupid slag We've gone and dug our own hole 'Cause everybody
How many times have I noticed That our eyes hardely ever meet From your judgment seat I can feel the anger for my very being Fill me in on when you became