Church
Old Flame
Naomi will not be consoled by your blues She calls down the crows then she pulls on her shoes Out into the empty street she walks Past the little piles of smouldering leaves Beware, an old flame is still burning there Don't stare, shadows in the smoke whisper everywhere Everywhere, anywhere is nowhere when you don't care So beware, an old flame is still burning there
From Letras Mania