| My visionary is a vision |
| I watch her dancing by the window |
| And it rips my flesh to ribbons |
| And the whole world is just ripples |
| In the middle distance |
| I listen to her hips |
| I push my kisses to her lips |
| We move like we were born to move |
| The night is teeth and pistons |
| And there is something in this tenderness that makes me want to live |
| Firesmoke |
| Her mouth sets free this captive |
| Come close to me |
| Free me |
| Let me untangle the madness that knots you |
| I drop to my knees and crawl across you |
| I tell you I’ve got you |
| It’s firesmoke |
| So go on, give me three days of your body and mine |
| Time is a blind eye and I see your mind in my mind’s eye |
| You make me immortal |
| You take me to space |
| You are a planet |
| A place I’ve not known |
| Your body is home to rare gods |
| I kneel at their temple |
| I’m blown to bits, gentle, ferocious |
| We are open |
| Explosives have nothing compared to these sparks |
| So let’s fall apart |
| And then lie with me, breathing in the den of the dark |
| It’s firesmoke |
| Your mouth sets free this captive |
| Come close to me |
| Free me |
| Untangle the madness that knots me |
| You drop to your knees, you crawl across me |
| You lick your lips softly |
| It’s firesmoke |
| The fire rises between us |
| And makes us get on the wrong trains |
| Walk the wrong way |
| Makes strangers smile greetings on Lewisham way |
| I bathe in this fire |
| It warms without burning |
| Compels without force |
| And it turns without turning the world |
| So, please, you keep your purpose |
| Your poise and your journey |
| I’ll be by the fire |
| Thinking, nothing I’ve learned can prepare me |
| For everything else that needs learning |
| Is this how it feels to feel certain? |
| 'Cause for so many years my love’s been a burden |
| But now comes this fire to cleanse and restore us |
| To fuel us and calm us and push us both forwards, forwards |