Fiery

We agreed this city was like a morgue

You said we should liven things up around here

This is red when paint the walls with fire

And pools of cream

This is my mouth with sharp silver teeth and

Our implausible dream

These are the blues when sung to you

By blue lips the likes you've never seen

Will the smoke leave us time

Or has someone extinguished your fire

Maybe you'd rather be left behind

Maybe you'd rather be left behind

This is how it sells when there is

No product in the store

This is how we enter when there are

No handles on the door

This is sleep when they remove

The warmth from our little house

This is how you glow burning

There as quiet as a mouse