Lyrics

Fire To Cold
Written by Ann Brodsky

He could make a good fire. He was a detail man. He'd tend to placement with patience and keep a close watcher's eye. Ready to build on the flames or close down the doors so the embers would smolder but never expire. He could make a good, he could make a good fire, he could make a good fire.

And he could come like the cold, settling down in your bones, deep down in your bones, unexpected from nowhere catching you unprepared to weather the storm and shake off the chill of his hold and the shock to my soul. He could come like the cold.

He could make a good fire, one that burned through the night and kept on burning long after he'd gone far away. It seemed that nothing could smother that bed of hot coals that I laid down upon to feed my desires. He could make a good fire, he could make a good fire, he could make a good fire.

He could make a good fire, one your eyes couldn't leave, one that melted your heart and rendered you down, to the base of your needs, to the heights of your wants, to the drives in your dreams though none were acquired. He could make a good fire,......