Casual Match Songtext
von Suzanne Vega

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

(X2)
A 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

(X2)
A 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 a sign
But it is not revealed
Fire and ash is the
Season′s yield