Chimney's Afire

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house And pour it loose through your garden So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer And your sweet clean clothes would go

If you're freezing on your left side And you're boiling on your right side Then I guess you might be warm upon the line There are many ways one can divide a life And I've got mine I was flying home and I Saw the sunset from the sky And I thought abou

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