i was born a baby boy a long time ago
back when the hillsides were green and the water would flow
but nights they fall and settle like snow
i watched as the hillsides turned white with nowhere to go
oh think I'm gonna start a fire
oh think I'm gonna start a fire
now my heart's a frozen lake where streams used to flow
down to the forest of my mind where memory would grow
now i walk amongst the trees where the last sun glows
the leaves are all golden and brown with nowhere to go
oh think I'm gonna start a fire
oh think I'm gonna start a fire
my skin like these boulders
is cracking and older
with each passing year that goes
my cliff face is crumbling
silently tumbling
down to the water below
and if i light a match i'll be able to catch
the last sun before it goes
and oh well i think I'm gonna start a fire
oh think I'm gonna start a fire
and oh think I'm gonna start a fire now
|