When we were burning the pines
The coals and cold air we caught at the same time
You called it the fire
And I called it home
All the sap on our skin
Stained golden
Distilled by a Bedouin
You called it the sun
And I called it home
You called it the fire
Am I alone?
When we were pitching the warmth
Putting out all but what we should live for
You called it the right thing
And I called it cold
And I felt my soul ring
Is this home?
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When we were burning the pines
The coals and cold air we caught at the same time
You called it the fire
And I called it home
All the sap on our skin
Stained golden
Distilled by a Bedouin
You called it the sun
And I called it home
You called it the fire
Am I alone?
When we were pitching the warmth
Putting out all but what we should live for
You called it the right thing
And I called it cold
And I felt my soul ring
Is this home?
The coals and cold air we caught at the same time
You called it the fire
And I called it home
All the sap on our skin
Stained golden
Distilled by a Bedouin
You called it the sun
And I called it home
You called it the fire
Am I alone?
When we were pitching the warmth
Putting out all but what we should live for
You called it the right thing
And I called it cold
And I felt my soul ring
Is this home?
Writer: Rose Brokenshire
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