Suzanne Vega — Casual Match

I only turned to see What hand had set this inner field alight Against the flame I see The outline of a man against the night Take back your sympathy I do not need to drink that bitter stuff I'd rather break the thread That bound us close, and say we called a bluff Casual match in a very dry field What could be the season's yield? Casual match in a very dry field What could be the season's yield? My eyes have gone to coal It's nothing I would be concerned about Observe the moment When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt Casual match in a very dry field What could be the season's yield? Casual match in a very dry field What could be the season's yield? A casual match in a very dry field Fire and ash is the season's yield We look for the sign but it is not revealed Fire and ash is the season's yield