VINTAGE (CLXXII)

The Saints - "Just Like Fire Would"

One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to survive
The night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone
And just like fire would
I burn up
Just like fire would

And just like fire would
I burn up

500 miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's 500 more
Outside my window the world passes by
Its stranger than a dream
And just like fire would...

I go to work and I earn my pay, lord
And the sweat it falls to the ground
I see you now but we may never meet again child
The ice is hanging on the door

One night in a motel room...