| A young child sits quiet, the forest is dark
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| Possibilities overflow his unbroken heart
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| I ask him well after the brush takes the spark
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| What do you see in the fire?
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| I see light within color and color in light
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| Trophies I’ll take home, and battles I’ll fight
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| A bright blue horizon with no pain in sight
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| I’ll be there and so will my parents and you’re invited too
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| A life-sentence inmate in orange prisoner clothes
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| Who’s been told his whole life «that's just how it goes»
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| Who came out swinging from poverty row
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| Sits a bit close to the dangerous glow
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| What do ya see in the fire?
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| I see rich people laughin' with food on their plates
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| And neighborhood bullies imprinted with hate
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| Moms and dads screaming at each other insane
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| And hard grey redemption a little too late
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| And I see myself as I might’ve been
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| I’m handsome and capable and funny
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| A young woman in college entranced by the flames
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| Is pondering silent how perfectly strange
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| A girl could be called by so many names
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| And not one be the one she was given
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| What do you see in the fire?
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| I see myself in the mirror, not pretty enough
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| And digital images reducing love
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| My roommate enslaved by expectations above
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| And then I see the face of my mother
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| A first year preacher stands on his feet
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| His love for man kind is true and complete
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| While the frigid wind blows through the trees
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| I ask, as he leans away from the heat
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| What do you see in the fire?
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| I see swirling confusion, question, and loss
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| And I know all about Christ and the cross
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| But I cannot explain the holocaust
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| I stuttered when a young man asked me to
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| I just couldn’t find the words
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| A woman of ninety with wisdom in spades
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| Her mind still as sharp as her kitchen blades
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| I ask as her memory nonetheless fades
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| What do you see in the fire?
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| I see the touch of my husband who recently passed
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| Our hometown before the roads got so fast
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| And I see it now in an impatient blur
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| And I see how in love we were
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| I see the good Lord offering mercy
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| I see the good Lord offering mercy
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| I see the good Lord offering mercy
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| Someone I care for, she sits by my side
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| I can feel the past and the future collide
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| She leans in and whispers: «don't think just decide
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| What do you see in the fire?»
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| I see the faces of my victims whose hearts I once broke
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| Calm and alive in the curling smoke
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| All I can do is sit here and hope
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| They may find a way to forgive me
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| There’s something unspoken there in your eyes
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| A pain or a love I don’t recognize
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| I better ask you now before it dies
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| What do you see in the fire? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fire , by - The Avett Brothers. Song from the album The Third Gleam, in the genre Иностранный рок