Fire At Midnight (Letra)
I believe in fires at midnight —
When the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle —
A broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window.
Frogs and newts slip in the dark —
Too much hurry ruins the body.
I’ll sit easy … fan the spark
Kindled by the dying embers of another working day.
Go upstairs … take off your makeup —
Fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, i’ll sit and write this love song
As i all too seldom do —
Build a little fire this midnight.
It’s good to be back home with you.
