Casual match de Suzanne Vega

by suzanne vega
music by suzanne vega & mitchell froom
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