Watching the Fires - Hawksley Workman

Running through the castle

The fires around you burn

I’m a ghost here from somewhere

Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

There’s a fireplace beside your bed

There’s a candle in the hall

There’s a burning to be someone else

When the summer turns to fall

Watching the fires around you burn

Watching the fires around you burn

And the sound and the colour

Goes and washes through the water

And the space beneath the picture

And the comfort that it brought her

And she lights herself a pipe

And she sings herself to sleep

Singing oh, oooh…

Watching the fires around you burn…

There’s a burning to be someone else

When the summer turns to fall…