The books are kept impeccably An air of sadness from what couldn't be And pictures grace the mantle place All rosy cheeked and freckle faced Separated tender rage She got the kids you got the cage Kids move out a big old house of fireplace memories Alright Now don't no kids mess up the floor A townhouse, baby, no back door The bank is stuffed forever more And the bills rise like the tides It wasn't nothing that you said You thought you loved her in your head In your mind together dead Your graves are side by said So hold on to your fireplace memories All that you got left can't laugh at you And that's the truth 'cause what was true Was what was wrong and now it's gone Satisfaction never comes but your standards are too high And when your gone I'll be right there until your soul floats by And then is lightening strikes you down and crushes all the past Fireplace memories won't die of all things they will last chorus Dave - guitars and vocals Paul - bass, production Pork - drums Ian - mastering
This is the most personal song I've ever written that AIN'T about my wife or mine own tortured(ish) inner dialogue. It's the linchpin for 1993.
