The Verve Pipe — First Fire of the Winter

The sun is awake with its burning Colors gold and amber A sentimental sky And we are alone with our yearning Attention starved To do right I don't know why We're so surprised By a fire in the furnace We paid for the oil That's feeding the flames As autumn leaves And I don't know how I wasn't aware Of the absence of the earnest When you're alone A chill to the bone Is nothing new The moon, it is full, light a candle For the wicked and the weak onеs Bound to pull you in Like the moon rips the tidе From the shoreline We ride that current I don't know why We're so surprised By a fire in the furnace We paid for the oil That's feeding the flames As autumn leaves I don't know how I wasn't aware Of the absence of the earnest When you're alone A chill to the bone Is nothing new The sun is alive with its burning Colors bold and fury Sacrificial fire We are alone with our yearning Attention starved I don't know why We're so surprised By the first fire of the winter We paid for the oil That's feeding the flames As autumn leaves I don't know how I wasn't aware Of the absence of the earnest When you're alone A chill to the bone Is nothing new