Josh Pyke Chimney's Afire
The guilt they feel for killing that whale
Her chimney's afire
Her eyes
The ire
And with Bible leaf
She fuels her own fire
Her eyes
The ire, the ire
And with that sin
Sinking into their skin
The sin now a slick on the sea
Now she's bound to the land
By the lance of a man
And her fire's trapped in the street lights
Oh no
What you've gone and done with a life
Now she's bound to the land
By the lance of a man
And her fire's trapped in the street lights
