First Fire of the Winter - The Verve Pipe

The sun is awake with its burning

Colors gold and amber

A sentimental sky

And we are alone with our yearning

Attention starved

To do right

I don’t know why

We’re so surprised

By a fire in the furnace

We paid for the oil

That’s feeding the flames

As autumn leaves

And I don’t know how

I wasn’t aware

Of the absence of the earnest

When you’re alone

A chill to the bone

Is nothing new

The moon, it is full, light a candle

For the wicked and the weak ons

Bound to pull you in

Like the moon rips the tid

From the shoreline

We ride that current

I don’t know why

We’re so surprised

By a fire in the furnace

We paid for the oil

That’s feeding the flames

As autumn leaves

I don’t know how

I wasn’t aware

Of the absence of the earnest

When you’re alone

A chill to the bone

Is nothing new

The sun is alive with its burning

Colors bold and fury

Sacrificial fire

We are alone with our yearning

Attention starved

I don’t know why

We’re so surprised

By the first fire of the winter

We paid for the oil

That’s feeding the flames

As autumn leaves

I don’t know how

I wasn’t aware

Of the absence of the earnest

When you’re alone

A chill to the bone

Is nothing new