[00:31.65]Some days I feel trapped
[00:35.68]In these walls of wood
[00:39.86]Paint, plaster, and lath
[00:44.20]How I wish I could
[00:48.37]Find myself a match
[00:52.71]Wouldn't it feel good
[00:56.12]To leave a pile of ash where these walls stood?
[01:09.10]High-tide tempest-tossed
[01:13.17]Maybe we might drown
[01:17.34]Babe it wouldn't cost
[01:21.30]Much to leave this town
[01:25.72]Go get ourselves lost
[01:29.53]Leave nothing to be found
[01:33.41]But burnt exhaust and rubber on the ground
[01:41.77]We could turn this house into a pyre
[01:49.69]A funeral for all our old desires
[01:58.73]A little spark
[02:00.31]The engine starts
[02:02.34]The spinning of the tires
[02:08.81]Maybe we just need a little fire
[02:45.45]Some nights it gets cold
[02:49.46]Sleeping in this bed
[02:53.48]This house is getting old
[02:57.69]The drafts they seem to get
[03:03.06]Down into your bones
[03:06.10]But don't get up just yet
[03:10.47]I'm yours to hold lets build a fire instead
[03:18.46]Let's set this frame aflame and fan it higher
[03:26.96]The mattress springs will sing our quiet choir
[03:35.60]We could turn these sheets to burn
[03:40.95]The smoke a rising spire
[03:46.55]Maybe we just need a little fire
[03:55.30]Maybe we just need a little fire
[04:04.24]Maybe we just need a little...