Sunday, November 29, 2009


I've been feeling lately like you never come around
baby, how can that be when to you I am bound
around my wrists I still feel the heat of your hands
but even chains can't hold the best-laid plans

you came walking in with fire in your eyes
all at once I felt my need arise
maybe I should have had a little foresight
I couldn't help myself, it just felt right

now we're paying the price for playing with fire
and we're burning our hands and starting to tire
of seeing all our days eaten away
and all our nights rejuvenate
so we are right back where we start

I don't know why we're being punished but I guess we are
I can understand the urge to run when things get hard
I'm not asking for your life, just a little time
see, these chains aren't so bad when your hand is in mine

now I'm paying the price for playing with fire
and I'm burning my hands and watching you tire
of the waiting that we've had to do
and knowing you, I'm guessing soon
you'll say that we should just move on

I will be left waiting for you
in the midst of mountains warming in the sun
even if I could I wouldn't move
until you come make me the one

now the fire is slowly dying
the last breaths of us, they are sighing
to extinguish embers in waves of doubt
baby, please, don't let them go out

now I'm paying the price for playing with fire
and I'm burning my hands as the flames expire
I just want you back again
to feel your heat on my skin
to breathe some life into these coals


Some background info, if you're not familiar with the story of Prometheus... Greek mythology says that after the creation of the world, two brothers, Prometheus and Epimetheus, were chosen to give gifts to the animals. Epimetheus gave the creatures gifts to help them survive, but had run out by the time he got to humans. Prometheus felt responsible for his brother's mistake, and stole fire from Hephaistos and Athena to give to the humans. When his actions were discovered, Zeus punished him by chaining him to a craig in the Caucasus mountains, where every morning an eagle would eat Prometheus' liver, which grew whole again during the night.

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