fire - stone
ill watch from the window
two bodies freezing in the cold
smoke from cigarettes another from his lungs
two bodies shifting pretending
speaking with pretty lies
they were two stone walls
guarding there heart
every passing night
but they asked to be built " not to far apart"
watchers from the windows could tell
it wasn't meant to be
but she liked to play with fire
he liked to feel the heat
just two bodies cold as stone
one was thawing
the other had been frozen for far too long
she handed him fire to burn down his walls
he gave her ice; to keep hers standing tall
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