First Fire of the Winter

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 onеs
Bound to pull you in
Like the moon rips the tidе
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