Bill Morrissey - Birches lyrics

They sat at each end of the couch Watched as the fire burned down So quiet, on this winter night Not a house light on for miles around Then he said, I think I'll fill the stove It's getting time for bed She looked up, I think I'll have some wine How 'bout you, she asked, and he declined And, Warren, she said, maybe just for tonight Let's fill the stove with birches And watch as the fire burns bright How long has it been? I know it's a quite a while Pour yourself half a gla**, stay with me a little while And Warren, he shook his head As if she'd made some kind of joke Birches, on a winter night, no, Fill the stove with oak Oak will burn as long and hot as a July afternoon And birch will burn itself out by the rising of then moon And you hate a cold house same as me, am I right or not? Alright alright that's true, she said It was just a thought Then she said, Warren, you do look tired Maybe you should go up to bed I'll take care of the wood tonight Oak, he told her Oak, she said She listened to his footsteps As he climbed up the stairs Then she pulled a sweater on her And set a winegla** on the chair She walked down cellar to the woodbox It was as cold as an ice chest And she climbed back up with four logs Each as white as a wedding dress And she filled the stove, and poured the wine And she sat down on the floor She curled her legs beneath her As the fire sprang to life once more And it filled to room with its hungry light And cracked as it drew air And the shadows danced a jittery waltz As if no one else was there And she stood up in the heat And she twirled around the room And the shadows, they saw nothing But a young girl on her honeymoon And she knew, the time, it would be short Soon the fire would start to fade She thought of heat She thought of time She called it an even trade