Throw your homework onto the fire/ Come out and find the one that you love
och vi går ut och brinner upp i natten och skyller allting på våra fyllehuven
If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.
And as we sit, the tall granite walls of the canyon slowly purple to black, and the sky goes out, and the flames we're sitting by get brighter and warmer, until we begin to dwindle, and we douse them, and we go.
Baby, baby, baby, fire away!
I take a comb and comb/ my hair straight up like flames
As we stand on our neighborhood corner/ Know that this fire that's burning represents the passion you have
Norske ord vrir seg som tyrirøtter, kan jeg huske at jeg sa til Julian etter forrige ordinære årsmøte: De er gjennomtrukket av harpiks og brenner meget godt med en rolig, mørk flamme.
Olav Løkken Reisop
OLIVIA: How does he love me? VIOLA: With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.