Fire in the Sky

Fire in the sky,
you'd think I'd be talking of the sun.

I watched the boy die.
My lady done it;
I know that
better than most.
Aint got a complaint though,
nobody whines about my woman.
She does her thing;
reaps them hearts
like the sickle she is.

She turns them hearts into rivers.
Heard him screaming this time.
Blood pumping out,
right through the hole in the side there.
Flows mighty far.

Fire in the sky,
you'd think I'd be talking of the sun.

Yeah, my girl's got herself a temper.
Must be why I love her so much;
couldn't stand me a woman
that just stand there letting things go.
No I reckon I prefer myself a girl
that'll smack me good 'f I deserve it.
Wild eyes always get me.

Fire in the sky,
you'd think I'd be talking of the sun.

But I aint.
No sir, I talk about heart,
I talk about love before speaking of
stars and whatnot.
Sun's just a cosmic spark,
but my girl here,
she's my true light.
Can't see well without her,
no, lordy no,
not after she give me them new eyes.

Sickle shaped eyes.

Fire in the sky,
you'd think I'd be talking of the sun.

Form fits function,
and my eyes
reflect her fury,
and her fire,
and her form.

Sickle shaped eyes.

Don't worry babe,
I always follow my heart first.

Fire in the sky,
you'll wish I was talking of the sun.

-mine