On the Grounds of Fire
it is sweet fruit of desire
that will make you feel the world,
the dollar’s round and will be hurled.
On the Grounds of Fire
armies march with no end
reducing things to original sin,
any coin’s round and can be made to win.
On the Grounds of Fire
walk comrades with strong a desire
for digging songs through uncertain walls.
This speaker is round and it will be heard.
On the Grounds of Fire
it is sweet fruit of desire
that will make you feel the world.
The planet’s round, round as is your face.
On the Grounds of Fire
it is sweet fruit of desire
that will make you feel the world:
the world is round and is complete.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany