The Globe - Ben Sollee

I guess they never told you how the Globe burned down*

But it ain’t no secret, just ask around

Some heart-sick man fed up with his fate

Torched it to the ground in a desparate state

He’d grown tired of the tragedies

Tired of the death

Tired of watching Romeo take

One last breath

For something as crazy as love

The gave him all the books, but never taught him to read

So when she first kissed him, I heard him beg and plead

He saw the storm on the water, he felt every swell

He was on top of a mountain then in the belly of a whale

‘Cause some days it’s a fountain

Or an artesian well

Sometimes it’s a bag of bricks

Or some kind of spell

There’s nothing as wild as love

He wasn’t much for religion, but he learned to pray

For occasions when the wine led his mind astray

He built a chapel for his conscience, a shack for his regrets

Sent desire to an island still he could not forget

The sound of her touch

The color of her song

A jumble of words

Where a space belongs

For something as simple as love