come sit by the fireside
with me, and i'll tell you stories
of a life before; when everything
was beautiful, a dreamland where
we were all beautiful
unawre of all the wrong things
in this world.
come sit by the fireside
with me, and i'll tell you stories
of a life after; when everything
was stark and empty, because
reality had caught up and
we had to face
the truth.
come sit by the fireside
with me, and i'll tell you stories.
you can walk out the door, if you wish;
and i'll wish you well, and that you have
a better life than mine.
