Tom Williams & The Boat Get Older
You make my fire bubble
And my brimstone turn to milk
I made your wood heart burst into flame
When I knocked you off your stilts
Cause I knocked you in the ashes
Of the bonfire we made last week
And we both know ashes smoulder
And your scars know that ashes retain heat
It leapt spitting from its deathbed
And it wrestled me to the floor
You managed to grab my ankle
I tried to make it for the door
And God knows you willed that fire
To lick the skin right from my bones
But that fire she showed pity too –
It's a weakness much like your own
Well you crucified my daughter
So I butchered your son
You watched me, willing me to cry
You thought I was gonna run
But that's just what you do
You make people feel so small
And that's relying on them having doubts or regrets
And I have nothing at all, nothing at all
And I don't regret you, and I don't regret this
And I proved it with a midnight stalk
Through a frosty garden in a heavy pink mist
And I doused your bed in petrol
And I signed my name on your bedroom window
My work of art and an end to this and my final move and blow
And a stalemate to your wretched games
And this three-minute bout of murder
It's best that we forget this and act happy and move on and get older
