Casual Match Lyrics

Casual Match

I only turned to see

 What hand had set this inner field alight

 Against the flame I see

 The outline of a man against a night

 

 Take back your sympathy

 I do not need to drink that bitter stuff

 I'd rather break the thread

 That bound us close, and say we called a bluff

 

 A casual match

 In a very dry field

 What could be

 The season's yield?

 

 My eyes have gone to coal

 It's nothing I would be concerned about

 Observe the moment

 When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt

 

 A casual match

 In a very dry field

 Fire and ash

 Is the season's yield

 

 We look for a sign

 But it is not revealed

 Fire and ash is the

 Season's yield