Low Gray Fire

Verse 1

I pulled my coat around my shoulders

City dust on cracked-up heels

Every face is getting older

Every story bending steel

Chorus

Crash the mirror let the pieces fall

Hear the rhythm in the plaster wall

I've got nothing left that I can call mine

Just a whisper to the floorline

Verse 2

Switchblade sun in the window pane

Mother's picture turning grain

Took the highway past the spire

Burning like a low gray fire

Chorus

Crash the mirror let the pieces fall

Hear the rhythm in the plaster wall

I've got nothing left that I can call mine

Just a whisper to the floorline

Bridge

Down down down where the payphone rings

Down to the cellar on broken springs

Where the wild dogs sing

Wild dogs sing

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Crash the mirror let the pieces fall

Hear the rhythm in the plaster wall

I've got nothing left that I can call mine

Just a whisper to the floorline