Where There Is Smoke There Must Be Fire

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Amity Love appeared on the music scene as if from nowhere—no background, no interviews, no history to trace. Her first song, “Where There Is Smoke, There Must Be Fire,” surfaced online without fanfare, yet instantly captivated listeners with its haunting vocals and deeply introspective lyrics. Her voice carries a timeless quality, both fragile and powerful, and her songs seem to echo from a place just out of reach.

Little is known about her. She shares no personal details, no origin story. Amity exists through her music, offering only the barest glimpse into her world—an enigmatic presence that resists the need for explanation. Her art speaks for her, inviting listeners to fill in the blanks and reflect on their own stories.

Her online presence is minimal. A few songs, each striking in their simplicity and emotional depth, float through the digital ether like fleeting whispers. No one knows where she’s headed, or if she will release more music. Amity Love remains a mystery—perhaps that’s exactly how she wants it.

Where There Is Smoke There Must Be Fire

Verse 1

When the sniff-test of public opinion
Tossed you in a pile of instant villains
Where there is no escaping
As your tiny world collapses
As your privacy is vanished
Right in front of your sore eyes

Friends and family side with you
Though their shaky looks of silence
Tells you some of them are reelin’
Do they know what you are feeling?

Chorus
Where there’s smoke there is some fire
Where is smoke there must be fire
And I’m not a perfect being
I am not a perfect being

Not quite passing my own sniff-test
But for many different reasons
Why am I not a perfect being?
Why am I not a perfect being?

Verse 2
When I slip into the darkness
Where my name does not follow
Where a sob of silence passes
Cause my heart of course is hurt

And as time pretends it’s over
It is never truly over
Cause judgment fuels perceptions
As it ever fueled survival

And truth is a malleable sword
Swung in spirit to tend our gardens
Oh, thank God we left that garden
Oh, thank God we left that garden

[Chorus]

[Repeat Verse 2]

[Chorus – alternative version]
Where there’s smoke there is some fire
Where is smoke… [Instrumental]
Where there’s smoke there is some fire
Where there’s smoke there must be fire
And I’m not a perfect being
No, I am not a perfect being

Not quite passing my own judgement
But for many different reasons
Why am I not a perfect being?
Why am I not a perfect being?
Oh, thank God we left that garden

Verse 3
In the quiet of my soul
I confront those hidden shadows
Your blue eyes see me dreaming
Do you see beneath my soul?

See my heart is worth redeeming
In the mirror of reflection
As we all strive for perfection
Do you know how much I love you?

Where there’s smoke there is some fire
Where there’s smoke there must be fire