Braid

Fire Makes The House Grow

Braid


choked up and stupid 
I juggled jokes 
And tripped on your toes
thought you laughed 
at a longshot 
lined in rows of roses 

ten seconds 
and a glance 
are yours 
in the glass
I pour slow 

Hey honey hold me 
(I'm a baby 
slow and steady
I'm an immobile mobile)

I've found a new way 
to manipulate fire 
fire 
it makes the house grow

Hey honey hold me 
(I'm a baby)