Price Of The Fire - John Stewart

After the flames

When the fields are cold

And after the pain

When the heart is gold

You will find a brand new day

With the birds upon the wire

And all you really had to pay

Was the price of the fire

And in our younger days

You could say we were wild

In our hungry ways

The safety lines were filed

We were running on the rims

We were burning out the tires

And all we really had to pay

Was the price of the fire

Oh, all we really had to pay

Was the price of the fire

And the breakers of hearts

They don’t escape pain

And you know when it starts

As you dive into the flames

And there’s a voice that tells you run

But you call the voice a liar

For all you really had to pay

All you really had to pay

Was the price of the fire

Was the price of the fire