That Fire (Lyrics)

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Chord Structure (to prove that it really is a song I know it doesn't look like it)


Verse: C G Am F Chorus: C G F Bridge: C Am F G


 


In the beginning they will tell you there was darkness but I know there was a fire where we gathered and told stories.


There was nothing like the trees around and water was a concept that we dreamed up when we slept; when we woke up there was an ocean!


The waves now crashed around us- We, unsure of how it found us, feared it until we could smell the salt.


And it was good.


 


And thus it started from the stories we told. And without time, we had the time to tell them over and over and they changed every night until we almost had it perfect...


But not one of us is perfect- so how could we make it perfect?


 


When the sparks from the fire leaped out onto the grass, then the youngest of our kind decided it would be a gas if the sparks from the fire had a place in the sky. And he went to bed and dreamed up stars but kept some for his eyes.


And the moon came up because the stars needed a mother. And the sun was like a father like we humans had each other- all was well...


 


And thus it started from the stories we told. And without time, we had the time to tell them over and over and they changed every night until we almost had it perfect.


But not one of us was perfect so how could we make it perfect?


 


We dreamed of bigger spaces, moved apart to other places- packed our things and left the fire behind.


Our dreams had lost their power- With our hands we built our towers, working with our hands the earth we used to make with dreams and birth….


 


And thus it started with the stories we told- and over time, they turned to myths that we tell over and over and we can’t shake them off because there’s truth in every letter. Yeah we didn’t make it perfect but who could have done it better?


 


The only thing that lasts now from this magic creation is the water and that fire and the earth we walk around on.


We’ve lost it all somewhere among this senseless abundance and the value of the dollar and the worth we place upon this….


 


And thus it started from the stories we told. And without time, we had the time to tell them over and over and they changed every night until we almost had it perfect but not one of us was perfect so how could we make it perfect?


 


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I really, really like all this songwriting I'm doing these days. Music is joy, like a big ol' key jammed into my heart that tunes and tunes and tunes until I'm happy again.

Created: Feb 23, 2011

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