Lyrics:
My father’s faith was an old ship's kicker,
And I saw it unravel and break like twine.
We tried to melt the ends together,
Sometimes you need a bigger fire.
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a bigger knife,
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a better lie.
So I stood at the top of every shivering height,
Waving my cursewords and swords at the sky,
Nobody heard and if they did they didn’t mind,
Now my stars shine like dirty city lights.
If we meet Gabriel, we’ll set the channels alight,
If we meet Azriel, we’ll pray for help in the night,
If we meet the authority, slip me my knife,
And then we’ll see if everyone dies.
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a bigger knife,
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a better lie.
I wish, I wish it was true,
That someone came when you prayed and called,
That this big old world didn’t feel so small,
AThat they went anywhere anywhere at all.
But if it’s true then it’s all his fault,
I won’t have anyone do that to the one I love,
So I’m breaking the wings on all my doves,
And I’m praying, I’m praying for blood.
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a bigger knife,
Sometimes you need a bigger fire,
Sometimes you need a better lie.
I remember the night of her stroke,
Dad listening to Leonard Cohen on repeat,
He smiled as if someone made a bad joke,
And said “My god, my god, my god’s a cruel one indeed.”