We go to bed and you fall asleep,
fall asleep, not me
We go to bed and I lie awake,
lie awake
And float out the window down the street,
over the bridge and into the village for a
little break from the meaning of love
And float away and you disappear,
disappear Some pretty young villager takes my hand
Leads me to more pretty young villagers Forming a ring,
forming a ring
Round upon fire,
built on a line in the sand Between me and us
Am I lost?
Have I lost?
Have they thrown me on the fire?
That it dies
If me still means us
She leads me to the end of the night A boyfriend of hers is there
You're on his arm but our eyes don't meet
Eyes don't meet cause we only have eyes for
fuel and fire Being melted down and reformed in the image
of wilder things, wilder things than us
Are we lost?
Have we lost?
Have they thrown us on the fire?
And I dance
in the
flames far enough from one another
Fed onto the flames but they're just getting colder and colder
The boy's at least half a gannis,
selfish And the girl's feeling a day older per hour
There's no help for
them now
Cause together
looks good when you're alone
Alone looks good when you're together And it takes a
village older and
less inclined
To say which is better
To say which would be better