Orphans wake to candlelight Noses to the Winter windows Peering down at the dawn-grey streets Where the life that goes on ebbs and flows And so another sun goes down All I am slips through my fingers Human heat it escapes this town Pray for warmth and watch it linger Fire Fire hotter than the midday sun Oh to find love's hiding place We are beggars and bootleggers Fading embers caught out in the rain Wondering what's it take to burst into flames And meanwhile hammers fall on anvils of grief Molten souls in madmen's cauldrons Mutineers not allowed to speak Keep the spark of peace and suddenly there's Fire Fire hotter than the midday sun