Rob Malka

Lyrics

Into the wind, arching my back under all the memories
Feet through a slough, trying to prove them wrong
This beat heart, heavy like a stone dragging me to my knees
Then I taste the smoke of words you spoke, they were burning all along

Fire, I lit a fire
You were the gasoline now I'm the match
Fire, I lit a fire
You were the cross on me and now it's turned to ash

My old man, he wrote the book on going 'round like a saint
Lord, he thought heaven's bells would ring
Blood on the cover, lies inside, anything to hide the stain
Now the pages spark into the dark, a fitting kindling

Fire, I lit a fire
You were the gasoline now I'm the match
Fire, I lit a fire
You were the cross on me and now it's turned to ash

Facing the wind, I straighten my back
Ain't no dirt on my hands
When I break the yoke and watch you choke
In the place where you began

A fire, I lit a fire
You were the gasoline now I'm the match
Fire, I lit a fire
You were the cross on me and now it's turned to
Now it's turned to
Now it's turned to ash