Holly Throsby

Making A Fire
It's cold out but I don't mind it I'm making a fire Out of what I might find here The old and the dying We don't want them coming in No! Their heavy machinery Messing up our young thinking All night long Now I'm here And you're here We're here! We're here! 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 From Letras Mania