Wind, rewind, wind, wind
She drifts off to sleep
Her head's full of vines
Praying now to my sweet lord
To turn us back around like a ship back to the shore
Is the fire out?
Did the winter winds blow it back down?
Is the fire out?
Then bring it back somehow
Or are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards?
Now we're burning up our history
Like the early morning mist disappearing to the sea
Turning on and off the lights
To see what we've got left by the day and by the night
Is the fire out?
Did the winter winds blow it back down?
Is the fire out?
Then bring it back somehow
Or are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards?
So where'd you go?
Can I follow you?
I don't mind where you're going to
Can I follow you?
But you don't even talk
No, you don't even say a word
Not a word
Is the fire out?
Did the winter winds blow it back down?
Is the fire out?
Then bring it back right now
Or are we just living with gas and matches?
Yeah, are we just living with gas and matches?
Are we just living with gas and matches in our house of cards?