Dampen the fire, there’s bodies for heat,
There’s bums on the seats,
And that’s all we need,
But if it transpires that here’s our last meet, I don’t think the fire would keep,
Stay where you are, the poker’s too far,
The blower will soon fall apart,
Just reflect the light, at home in your eyes,
You know I’d beseech you to call,
Would you call?
A sedentary life, a coronary fright, a call in the depths of the night,
A sun in the sky, a family cries,
You know that we go
t this all wrong?
Candid feverish heat, taking all extremities,
From my feet to my crown you’ve stolen me,
Cindered coal amongst the peat,
A life to dust and ash to sweep,
Like your warmth it will cease to fill the room,
How you lived is how you’ll die,
In the apple of my eye,
And thought I know that time will try...
Don’t dampen that fire.