(a song)
smoke rises
from the wandering
flame
just as well as from the
hearthfire
quicksilver
but always
signin' my name
here and there on everything I touch
I wouldn't say
that we'll never meet again
I wouldn't say
I never loved you - but
oh didn't you know it
oh,
didn't you see
I should have told you I was on fire
I should have told you
I was on
fire - but
smoke rises
from the wandering flame
because
smoke rises from a flame