segunda-feira, julho 14, 2008

A Fire

it’s cold out
it’s bitter winter
we’re making a fire
amidst the spitting winds
our eyes all be wild
and our hearts
hear our hearts beat higher
we have such an appetite
and i can be kind and kinder
i’ll be kind all night
now i’m here
and you’re here
we’re here, we’re here

the wind and the woods are warring
they’re fighting the brightest fight
but oh no, now don’t you worry
i’ll be kind all night