Cold Fusion

8 o'clock in california
it's dawning in jerusalem
it's dawning in my head now the good fortune of the sun
to see your face the moment she brings brightness to your sky
to burn indifferent whether or not you could be the one

and oh, i want that cold fusion to be mine
just hydrogen and helium and everything is fine
to act so solitary star they all think i eat fire
except for those who see the sorry ashes of a liar

november in southern california
is a pool and mountains capped with snow
swimming toward jerusalem and back again and to & fro
a knowing i'm the only one who's read through all i wrote
a love song sung across the sea
to someone i don't even know

but wasn't that convincing, oh yeah
wasn't that nice?
my heart's so hot, there's a frost in my brain
and it's a dirty itch like lice
the sun has always won my awe with her strange ability
to self-combust five billion years
and still escape burn-free

and oh, i want that cold fusion to be mine
just hydrogen and helium and everything is fine
to act so solitary star they all think i eat fire
except for those who see the sorry ashes of a liar

liar, liar
my pants are on fire
liar, liar
my fingers are on fire
liar, liar
everything's on fire

copyright Arjuna Greist 1999