And when the rains are acid
I'll catch them in a glass which I'll keep by my bed
If every night I take a sip
I'll empty it without melting my tonsils or tongue
Or I could drink it all at once
And feel the warmth across my mouth
And down my throat and in my gut
And it's not the warmth I wanted, but for now it'll have to do
And when the rains are gone
And fires spring like flowers in their bone dry wake
The bellow winds will blow
And spur the fires south through the valley down
My house will catch and burn away
The smoke will rise but I will stay
And breathe it in and feel it burn
And it's not the warmth I wanted, but for now it'll have to do
To do
To do
And when my house is gone
And my empty glass is broken on the floor
I'll gather all the soot
And from it make a mound that I will climb inside
All wrapped in ash and humid air
Packed in tight I cannot move
I cannot see, I cannot speak
And it's not the warmth I wanted, but for now it'll have to do