My friend she's on fire   She's burning like a juniper tree   She don't know what to do   But I do   'Cause she do it to me   Let it go let it go      It's not nice to be like ice   It's much better if you feel like fire   Yes there's a bad moon coming up   And I can see it's on the cusp   Electric winds are shrieking up in the wires   But it's a warm evening out   It feels like New Orleans blue   On the spray from the African shore   Oh we could make it coast to coast   She said "Ain't that the most?"   But I could tell she'd heard it all before   Let it go let it go   Let it shine down on me      Is this a love affair or is this a crime   Is this religion without priests, prayers or pews   This is the view from the left-over shelf   This is the punchline and the joke's on you   I don't need her kissy lips   I don't need her armies or her pearls   I fell asleep and dreamed of far off lands   When I awoke I nearly married that girl   Let it go let it go         *taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"   *written by Bob Geldof