I think the last time I was warm was in my mother

Now I'm listening in the darkness

but there's nothing on the wire

I'm locked inside the refrigerator

So while I sit and shiver

I rub the sticks together

And if it takes forever

I will find my way back to the fire



Heat is not enough

More light

Love is strong enough

More light

Fa

More light

Everybody must be touched



I think that we don't need another great communicator

And there's a million extended mixers we are ready to retire

We all face obsolescence sooner or later

So while we sit and shiver

We rub the sticks together

And if it takes forever

we will find our way back to the fire