The Village Is Always on Fire

My childhood is a March wind fires My childhood is a move reflected in a river My childhood, breath clouding this glass My childhood is ash from Avila, falling from the sky on 15th of August My childhood is the meaning of pogue My childhood is hare in the moon My childhood is a statue of Italian garden, growing horns and coming to life My childhood is a mummified reign My childhood, the village is always on fire My childhood is this familiar life which it seems to be, but it's not My childhood is the news of travelers who see nothing My childhood is city kids lighting evening fires and dry grass Almost always visited by high winds My childhood is the chord heard behind another chord, which was not played My childhood is cast entirely in this glass My childhood is cast entirely in this glass My childhood is cast entirely in this glass