Kathy Sparling

Lyrics

Everything here has to go.We've been condemned, as you of all people must know. It was risky carrying that torch.Leaving an open flame for a light on the porch. But oh, it was revelatory: I watched you jump to escape our second story. And as you were lifting the sash, I watched those blank pages lift then curl into ash.We'll have a fire sale: goods still warm to the touch. We're giving them away; maybe they never were worth very much. I was the kid with the book full of matches, trying to read in the dark. You came around with your flinty gaze, your uncontainable spark.          Still all that smoke caught me unaware, Blotting the sun, sucking the air.         Now it's lifting like mist,To reveal the sure hand of a serial arsonist. We'll have a fire sale: goods still warm to the touch. We're giving them away; maybe they never were worth very much. Oh the sweet smell of brimstone lingers here still; I'm lingering too. Sweeping and sifting through ashes, for some charred remembrance of you.Let’s have a fire sale: goods still warm to the touch. We're giving them away; maybe they never were worth very much. Clearing the space of repairs we can't face...