Lyrics By Suzanne Vega

Music By Suzanne Vega & Mitchell Froom



I Only Turned To See

What Hand Had Set This Inner Field Alight

Against The Flame I See

The Outline Of A Man Against A 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



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



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