Somewhere the blast furnace explodes Plumes of amber in the night sky, Each explosion bounces From horizon to horizon, From horizon to horizon, And for a while the slow pulse boy Stood by the window And let the fire sink into his skin
Again all was still... But for the empty tin, Rolling up and down the gutter On the breeze
Then we were standing very close, I could live in the space Between his heart beats, Outside the furnace erupts again And dark red rivers Filled our veins with frenzy, We could tear up the floors And find all the things we'd ever lost
The fire burns in our jack boots... So we chase the explosions From horizon to horizon, From horizon to horizon, Wrap ourselves around the distance For as long as we can hold. Somewhere a girl is singing, There is calm in the air, But there is greater calm than I can bear, Tomorrow the sun shines