Chimney's Afire - Josh Pyke

The guilt they feel for killing that whale

Her chimney’s afire

Her eyes

The ire

And with Bible leaf

She fuels her own fire

Her eyes

The ire, the ire

And with that sin

Sinking into their skin

The sin now a slick on the sea

Now she’s bound to the land

By the lance of a man

And her fire’s trapped in the street lights

Oh no

What you’ve gone and done with a life

Now she’s bound to the land

By the lance of a man

And her fire’s trapped in the street lights