Agnes Obel - Fuel to Fire

Roses on parade, they follow you around
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone be faraway
Like fuel to fire
Into the town we go, into your hideaway
Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway
Sing quietly along
Pious words to cry into the under
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone be faraway
Oh what a day to choose
Torn by the hours
All that I say to you
Is like fuel to fire