Geographer
The Fire Is Coming
The fire is coming again
The ice, it covers my head
I try to talk, but it burns at my lips
It knows all of the hiding places where I live
It knows all the excuses that I have to give
The night is for lovers and friends
And I put myself right in
Covered in roses that prick at my skin
I invite you to play, I invite you to win
I invite you to take from me all that's shining
I'm looking out that long tunnel light
I can see my reflection in the stars, in the sky
I could leave you for heaven, I could leave you tonight
But we always believed what we saw with our eyes
And the colors, they keep on falling into mine
Oh, the sirens' call
Their song so warm and light
Below their feet we lie
My voice sounds hollow and thin
I've grown tired of the way I pretend
So dress me in fabrics that sparkle and shine
Because the lights, they went out in the tunnel tonight
And the stories you tell sound like birds when they fly