Out of the fire
J.Coleman/R.Oliver
How many times must I wake up to your crying eyes?
How can I tell you the truth when you hear only lies?
The life you say I've stolen
has fallen from your hands.
And no god, you call upon,
can sate your shrill demands.
Chorus:
What if it all just worked out?
How would you pull your hand out of the fire?
To quench your mean desire,
and find you're free?
But not from me.
How many nights will I lie wide awake on your pillow?
How many dreams can I kill and still say I'm alive?
The heart that you protected,
has gently turned to dust,
the anger twisting in my gut,
become all I can trust.
Chorus:
What if it all just worked out?
How would I pull my hand out of the fire?
To quench my mean desire,
and find I'm free?
But not from me.
Bridge:
Promised once
Near forgotten love
Is the spark still in your eyes?
Chorus:
What if it all just worked out?
How would we pull our hands out of the fire?
To quench our mean desire,
and find we're free?
You and me.
You and me.