Agnes Obel - Fuel To Fire

Do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go on
I might be yours as sure as I can say
Be gone be faraway

Roses on parade, they follow you around
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone be faraway

Like fuel to fire

Into the town we go, into your hideaway
Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway
Sing quietly along

Pious words to cry into the under
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone be faraway

Oh what a day to choose
Torn by the hours
All that I say to you
Is like fuel to fire

Into the town we go, into your hideaway
Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway
Never do we know, never do they give away
Where the towers grow, only you will hear them say
Sing quietly along
Sing quietly along

Compositores: Agnes Caroline Thaarup Obel

They won't know who we are
So we both can pretend
It's written on the mountains
A line that never ends

As the devil spoke we spilled out on the floor
And the pieces broke and the people wanted more
And the rugged wheel is turning another round

Dorian, carry on,
Will you come along to the end
Will you ever let us carry on

Swaying like the children,
Singled out for praise
The inside out on the open
With the straightest face

As the sad-eyed woman spoke we missed our chance,
The final dying joke caught in our hands
And the rugged wheel is turning another round

Dorian, carry on,
Will you come along to the end
Will you ever let us carry on

Dorian, carry on,
Will you come along to the end
Will you ever let us carry on
Dorian, will you follow us down

Written by Agnes Caroline Thaarup Obel