I only turned to see
What hand had set this inner field alight
Against the flame I see
The outline of a man against the 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

Casual match in a very dry field
What could be the season's yield?
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

Casual match in a very dry field
What could be the season's yield?
Casual match in a very dry field
What could be the season's yield?

A casual match in a very dry field
Fire and ash is the season's yield
We look for the sign but it is not revealed
Fire and ash is the season's yield