Deborah Conway She Prefers Fire
Deborah Conway She stood on the steps behind a man He lit a cigarette and leaned on the rail The smell of burning made her head clear Thinking all the thoughts she hadn't thought for years Everything that we have reminds us what we have lost Old friends go to war Love comes love goes Everything that we have echoes what we desire She prefers fire Tomorrow no plan will carry her away This evening the man well he wonders what to say The sparks are lighting up the night sky Possessions, letters now just fuel for history And from the bridge she's seen Water pale and green She still prefers fire Sometimes I dream that everything I own Could burn up and Leave me no sadness no home A flame collapsing from the inside Antiseptic, honest blue and purest white
