[Verse 1] I believe in fires at midnight When the dogs have all been fed A golden toddy on the mantle A broken gun beneath the bed Silken mist outside the window Frogs and newts slip in the dark Too much hurry ruins a body Ill sit easy, fan the spark [Verse 2] Kindled by the dying embers Of another working day Go upstairs, take off your makeup Fold your clothes neatly away Me, Ill sit and write this love song As I all too seldom do Build a little fire this midnight Its good to be back home with you [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Kindled by the dying embers Of another working day Go upstairs, take off your makeup Fold your clothes neatly away Me, Ill sit and write this love song As I all too seldom do Build a little fire this midnight Its good to be back home with you
kindled, neatly, midnight, seldom, upstairs