Bonfire
By Pentatones (2012)
On album The Devil's Hand (2012)
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He said meet me at the garden
It was half past eight
And I could feel him all sighing
But couldn't make him awake
And then we talked about things
Like fish in the sea
And he showed me the difference
Of how to want and to be
He is wearing braveness
On his skin, black and red
For longer it seemed
He didn't look at it
When you grow a fire
To a room you've locked from inside
And you're burning all the furnitures down
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
At night vampires calling
We would meet again
And he would take me to his playground
We'd make it comfortable there
On the fields and on the vast floor
Green to white swallows the season
We would sit and watch the door
Til my hands shake
Another day, another try
I want you to come with me
Insomnia takes us high
Until he
Grew a fire
To a room that I had locked
And he's burning all the furniture's down
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
Feed me well, feed me well
Oh feed me with a desire, desire
Instead of keeping low, stir it up, stir it up
The blaze isn't enough
Talk to me, talk to me
At day when all is light the memory is leaving me
Cause the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
Stranger to the night
Burning the room from inside
Nothing to abide
Burning the room from inside
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Oh talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The memory is leaving me
Feed me well, feed me well
Oh feed me with a desire, desire
Instead of keeping low, stir it up, stir it up
The blaze isn't enough
Oh when you talk to me, talk to me
At day when all is light the memory is leaving me
Cause the sounds are off, from the off, from the off
The music comes to me
It was half past eight
And I could feel him all sighing
But couldn't make him awake
And then we talked about things
Like fish in the sea
And he showed me the difference
Of how to want and to be
He is wearing braveness
On his skin, black and red
For longer it seemed
He didn't look at it
When you grow a fire
To a room you've locked from inside
And you're burning all the furnitures down
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
At night vampires calling
We would meet again
And he would take me to his playground
We'd make it comfortable there
On the fields and on the vast floor
Green to white swallows the season
We would sit and watch the door
Til my hands shake
Another day, another try
I want you to come with me
Insomnia takes us high
Until he
Grew a fire
To a room that I had locked
And he's burning all the furniture's down
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
Feed me well, feed me well
Oh feed me with a desire, desire
Instead of keeping low, stir it up, stir it up
The blaze isn't enough
Talk to me, talk to me
At day when all is light the memory is leaving me
Cause the sounds are off, from the off
The music comes to me
Stranger to the night
Burning the room from inside
Nothing to abide
Burning the room from inside
Let it go, let it go
It might be easier when you let it show, let it show
And then you cut it out, cut it out
The phones are off
Oh talk to me, talk to me
At night when all is naked
I can see, I can flee
And when the sounds are off, from the off
The memory is leaving me
Feed me well, feed me well
Oh feed me with a desire, desire
Instead of keeping low, stir it up, stir it up
The blaze isn't enough
Oh when you talk to me, talk to me
At day when all is light the memory is leaving me
Cause the sounds are off, from the off, from the off
The music comes to me
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