Mike Gordon - Fire From A Stick lyrics
[Mike Gordon - Fire From A Stick lyrics]
She sees something like red sunglasses
Goes home, write some song about it
And that song charts high
All across the world
And I sense magic in that girl
She grows common leaves all in a gird
Some clear varnish sprayed on it
This art gets much recognition
And I'm taking art classes forever
Hoping to find the right conditions
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick
When firm winds flapping far away
Changes the sky around this place
Now you blew feathers on my fear
And I fly from this rising air
Give me a glimmer of a wick
I'll light my way to there
If you teach me to fall to the truth
I'd soak my keys from and over
Look down and into the clue
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick
New found passion rules like a tree
Then forgets ever being in the sea
You'll know that I've crashed out then
You'll hear one word that makes you
Light up in the end
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick
Goes home, write some song about it
And that song charts high
All across the world
And I sense magic in that girl
She grows common leaves all in a gird
Some clear varnish sprayed on it
This art gets much recognition
And I'm taking art classes forever
Hoping to find the right conditions
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick
When firm winds flapping far away
Changes the sky around this place
Now you blew feathers on my fear
And I fly from this rising air
Give me a glimmer of a wick
I'll light my way to there
If you teach me to fall to the truth
I'd soak my keys from and over
Look down and into the clue
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick
New found passion rules like a tree
Then forgets ever being in the sea
You'll know that I've crashed out then
You'll hear one word that makes you
Light up in the end
For making fire from a stick
It can burn and you imagine it
When you start to loosen up your grip
First comes a song and then the burning stick