Fire

Jason Collett

Dance, locust, dance
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
Calamity's child lost her head
In the bell of the trumpet's blast

I know you just want to be on fire

Jam, radio, jam
Power to the pirate stations
Broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement

I know you just want to be on fire

The good morning comes like a hit-and-run
With a marmalade sun for everyone

I know you just want to be on fire

Staring at the sun will only make you blind
But a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes