Peter Koppes House Afire
Wind blows hot around my throat
Water poured could sink a boat
I walk along with a house afire
Memories held from times we spoke
All the rest fed to the smoke
I walk along with a house afire
And in the calm of nothingness
The hand of hope comes to caress
I walk along with a house afire
Building holes to fill with threat
And jealousy becomes a debt
The war on love is never won
As we struggle with the One
I walk along with a house afire
