A Little Fire - Parker Millsap

Some days I feel trapped

In these walls of wood

Paint, plaster, and lath

How I wish I could

Find myself a match

Wouldn’t it feel good

To leave a pile of ash

Where these walls stood?

High tide, tempest-tossed

Maybe we might drown

Babe, it wouldn’t cost

Much to leave this town

Go get ourselves lost

Leave nothing to be found

But burnt exhaust

And rubber on the ground

We could turn this house into a pyre

A funeral for all our old desires

A little spark

The engine starts

The spinning of the tires

Maybe we just need a little fire

Some nights it gets cold

Sleeping in this bed

This house is getting old

The drafts they seem to get

Down into your bones

But don’t get up just yet

I’m yours to hold

Lets build a fire instead

Let’s set this frame aflame

And fan it higher

The mattress springs

Will sing our quiet choir

We could turn

These sheets to burn

The smoke a rising spire

Maybe we just need a little fire

Maybe we just need a little fire

Maybe we just need a little