Making A Fire
Performer's name：Holly Throsby
Song writer：Holly Throsby
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
