Fallen mirror ball, reflecting the fire on the walls
and the sleeper’s heart beats out of time
The warmth puts ash in the air
while the neighbours through windows stare
as the sleeper’s heart beats out of time
I suppose I should do something
but it already feels too late
you seem so peaceful I’d hate to wake you
I lay here and watch the fire roam
around us and through our home
I suppose I should do something
but it already feels too late
you seem so peaceful I’d hate to wake you