Ina Wroldsen - Fires

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