John Stewart - Price of the Fire lyrics

After the flames When the fields are cold And after the pain When the heart is gold You will find a brand new day With the birds upon the wire And all you really had to pay Was the price of the fire And in our younger days You could say we were wild In our hungry ways The safety lines were filed We were running on the rims We were burning out the tires And all we really had to pay Was the price of the fire Oh, all we really had to pay Was the price of the fire And the breakers of hearts They don't escape pain And you know when it starts As you dive into the flames And there's a voice that tells you run But you call the voice a liar For all you really had to pay All you really had to pay Was the price of the fire Was the price of the fire