Fires - Ina Wroldsen

I’m gathering wood

I’m cutting down trees

I’m keeping it dry like my father taught me

I’m doing fake smiles

It’s inevitable

Matter of time then you’re gonna leave me

And I am all for preparation

I’m well aware, so I prepare for separation

I’m gathering wood, I’m cutting down trees

Cos imma light fires

So when you’re lost you look for embers

You look for ashes

Yes imma light fires

So when you’re lost you just you remember

To look for matches

Every time the darkness gets too black

Every time you find yourself off track

Then imma light fires

So you can find me

Imma light fires

I’m gathering stones

I’m marking out lines

I’m steeling myself like my mother taught me

I know that farewell is inevitable

Matter of time then you’re gonna break free

And I’m all for preparation

I’m well aware, so I prepare for separation

I’m gathering stones

I’m marking out lines

Cos imma light fires

So when you’re lost you look for embers

You look for ashes

Yes imma light fires

So when you’re lost you just you remember

To look for matches

Every time the darkness gets too black

Every time you find yourself off track

Then imma light fires

So you can find me

Imma light fires

Imma light fires

Imma light fires

Imma light fires

Every time the darkness gets too black

Every time you find yourself off track

Then imma light fires

So you can find me

Imma light fires

Cos imma light fires

So when you’re lost you look for embers

You look for ashes

Yes imma light fires

So when you’re lost you just you remember

To look for matches

Every time the darkness gets too black

Every time you find yourself off track

Then imma light fires

So you can find me

Imma light fires