From the album Olana

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Brendan Gallagher : vocal, guitars, percussion
Michael Galeazzi : electric bass, b/vox
Stuart Eadie : drums
Bruce Reid : lap steel
Kath Wemyss : trumpet
Marlon Porter: tabla

Lyrics

Her sweet man was living in another country
Her children were on another woman’s breast
And the soft, cool words that she needed to hear
Blew gently into someone else’s pink ear

And when it all became too much
When there was nothing left to taste or touch
Then her mind went into the fire
And the flames did exactly what she wanted them to do
And the flames did
just what she wanted them to
In the fire
Her mind, in the fire

So life’s rich tapestry turned to wall-to-wall shag pile
And now there’s a slit where once there was soft, full lips
And events overtook her like the two-door Futura that she wanted but could never afford
Then she realised that she was a nobody just like everybody else, and she was bored

And when it all became too much
When there was nothing left to taste or touch
Then her mind went into the fire
And the flames did exactly what she wanted them to do
And the flames did just what she wanted them to
In the fire,
Her mind, in the fire