Michael) I burnt the house of love tonight
It made a perfect ring
In which I saw some weeds and stone
Beyond not anything
Certain creatures of the air
Frightened by the night
They came to see the world again
And they perished in the light
So now I sail from sky to sky
And all the blackness sings
Against the boat that I have made
Of mutilated wings
Fire in this house of mine
Fire of my own design
Fire from the sky
Fire from the sea
Come fire come
Fire onto thee
Fire in the house of love
I burnt the house of love tonight
I burnt the house of love tonight
I burnt the house of love tonight |