catching fire

i am kneeling on my lonely grave
i recall when youth was pounding in my veins
and life was all of light and cloud and dreams
now the clocks are closing down the days it seems

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire

every time i caught your flashing eyes
it seemed that a star was burning through the sky
each time i heard your lovely sighs
watching the wind and smoke and snow blow across the ice

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire

you would not answer when i spoke
your sad eyes said your heart wished that it could
blown apart by the winds from below
as white and washed and silent as the snow

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire