Singing Is Fire

The birds are on fire

Out there, and I walk across the room,

And pull back the shade,

And they are out there now

Burning at 5:05 a.m. the darkness lifting

Like a horse, failing through sand now

I've got a blazer of whiskey left and enough stretchers to carry the dead now

But I can't save the burning birds and they are telling me, yes they are telling me

Singing is fire

Singing is flame

Old trains move thought the desert

And the whores sleep with the job done now

Schoolboys dream of laborless love

Or whatever it is you call it this time of night

It's 5:36 a.m. and I still got a little whiskey left

Yes I still got a little whiskey left

So, I still have a chance now

It's really nothing new

Feeling so bad they used to call it the blues

But whatever it is you call it this time of night

I still got a little whiskey left

Yes I still got a little whiskey left

So, I still have a chance now

I still got a chance now

I still got a chance now

And I'm singing

Singing is fire

Singing is flame

Singing is fire

And I am singing

Singing is fire

Singing is flame

Singing is fire