Maidavale - (If You Want The Smoke) Be The Fire

I met a woman encapsuled by youth body and soul White dress but hair as black as coal She told me of things in the past of good times and bad Stories about both sane and mad If you don't think of life as time passing by I'm sure you will find what it's about Go for the gold, never tire Make yourself a frequent flyer And always strive to get higher If you want the smoke, be the fire I walked away when she started to cry left without words Regret was all that I heard She though that years are what define our lives But I believe that we are what we achieve If you don't think of life as time passing by I'm sure you will find what it's about Go for the gold, never tire Make yourself a frequent flyer And always strive to get higher If you want the smoke, be the fire Go for the gold, never tire Make yourself a frequent flyer And always strive to get higher If you want the smoke, be the fire