Agnes Obel
Fuel to Fire

Do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go on

I might be yours as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway


Roses on parade, they follow you around

Upon your shore as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway


Like fuel to fire


Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway

Sing quietly along

Pious words to cry into the under

Upon your shore as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway


Oh what a day to choose

Torn by the hours

All that I say to you

Is like fuel to fire


Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway

Never do we know, never do they give away

Where the towers grow, only you will hear them say

Sing quietly along

Sing quietly along