(If You Want the Smoke) Be the Fire - MaidaVale

I met a woman encapsuled by youth

body and soul

White dress but hair as black as coal

She told me of things in the past

of good times and bad

Stories about both sane and mad

If you don’t think of life

as time passing by

I’m sure you will find

what it’s about

Go for the gold, never tire

Make yourself a frequent flyer

And always strive to get higher

If you want the smoke, be the fire

I walked away when she started to cry

left without words

Regret was all that I heard

She though that years are what define our lives

But I believe that we are what we achieve

If you don’t think of life

as time passing by

I’m sure you will find

what it’s about

Go for the gold, never tire

Make yourself a frequent flyer

And always strive to get higher

If you want the smoke, be the fire

Go for the gold, never tire

Make yourself a frequent flyer

And always strive to get higher

If you want the smoke, be the fire