Your scalded wrists start a-glowing
Chains of fire, chains of love
by Cary Kembla
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CHAINS OF FIRE, CHAINS OF LOVE
Your folding fingers start a-sewing
Chains of fire, chains of love
And in the shadows they were throwing
Look out baby
Here it comes
In your black ballgown, fringed and flowing
Holding parties, holding on
And in the evening of the showing
Look out baby
Here it comes
Here it comes
Your scalded wrists start a-glowing
Chains of fire, chains of love
And in the morning of the knowing
Look out baby
Here it comes
Here it comes
© 2017 Cary Kembla
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