Dig for Fire - Pixies

There is this old woman

She lives down the road

You can often find her

Kneeling inside of her hole

And I often ask her

«Are you looking for the mother lode?»

Huh?

No

No, my child, this is not my desire

And then she said

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

There is this old man

Who spent so much of his life sleeping

That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years

He resides on a beach in a town

Where I am going to live

And I often ask him

«Are you looking for the mother lode?»

Huh?

No

No, my child, this is not my desire

And then he said

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

I’m digging for fire

For fire