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Fire In The Night
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Fire In The Night |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Fire In The Night Sunset fell like fruit from the vine Eve's standing on the corner countin' nickles and dimes looking for a chance when it all seems right to go out and chase down that fire in the night Hot streets streaking red with cars Adam saves up his pay for a cherry red Fender guitar he writes his songs on the back of paycheck stubs stories wrought from the fire in those dark clubs Oh yeah, ain't we all runnin' blind everybody's out tryin' to walk that tightrope line looking for a way out of this fight catchin' a clue to the flames of light that burnin' fuel, a fire in the night Eden is bleedin' stigmata rain a snake coils corkscrew 'round poor Eve's brain whispering secrets of sin and desire givin' directions to that blazing nightfire Adam's guitar cries out for her the fruit juice sticky sweet, the light is a blur and he drinks in her beautiful sight runnin' hot from that fire in the night Oh yeah, isn't it all beautiful everyone's out tryin' to walk n' talk it tall lookin' for that white spotlight to shine one time, just one last bite of that sweet tastin' fire in the night Adam's ribs and Eve's apple pie cool on the window where broken dreams die they're out there searchin' for a spark to light the embers of fire in the heart And yeah, ain't we all crazy everybody in the world lost in a daze 'till someone comes in from the dark promising to fill you up with light no candle to that fire in the night Just like Adam n' Eve out there, together and apart forever in search of kindling for the fire in the heart looking for the chance when it all seems just right to go off on a mad dash chasin' that fire in the night Well down on these streets it's nothin' but a loser's game yeah but some swear it's worth the time just the same Fire It's burnin' white hot this desire when it's all you got that nightfire gonna burn it all down the cold heart of this mean town the cold hard thud of a sound of love fallin' down blind alleys out of the light burn it all up like fire in the night burnin' like a flame in the night like an inferno in the night that ragin' fire in the night girl, just hold tight now "And all the world is football-shaped, |
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