Fire Makes the House Grow - Braid

Choked up and stupid

I juggled jokes

And tripped on your toes

Thought you laughed

At a longshot

Lined in rows of roses

Ten seconds

And a glance

Are yours

In the glass

I pour slow

Hey honey hold me

(I'm a baby

Slow and steady

I’m an immobile mobile)

I’ve found a new way

To manipulate fire

Fire

It makes the house grow

Hey honey hold me

(I'm a baby)