Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless.
These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night.
If all your life, you´ve done what´s right, don´t say you felt obliged.
Come along use your timid tongue, too shy to tell your story.
This pain in you so far removed from anything you´ve known.
So I won´t condone another moan, not when everything is fine.
So in a drought learn to dance.
And pray the dead will return.
And dream of smoke without fire.
Just come see me again when it burns.
Somewhere here along the way, well I was lead astray
by a wolf in no ones clothing it was a brilliant disguise.
And I forgot that life existed I thought it was just some kind of game.
That´s what brings me to your doorstep, though I don´t know why I came
today
standing still in the dust. given up on the rain.
And as for smoke without fire, I´ve already laid in the flame.
I´ve already laid in the flame.
Brother be afraid of flames
well I ain´t afraid of flames.