Something Hot In A Cold Country Lyrics - On - Echobelly

You should have been a rambler, a counterfeit gambler 

Would you steal the sunflowers for me? 

I see you've been fighting with Molotov writing 

They tried to drag you under, I see 

Did they try to tell you you're strange? 

Did they try to push you away? 

Hold on 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Till you found of the sight what you see 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Something hot in a cold country 

Hold on to your spirits 

You're a pain, not a poet 

You're special and they know it 

They can see 

They throw a net that pins you to the ground 

Don't let their blindness bring you down 

Be stubborn and enjoy it like me 

Did they try to tell you you're strange? 

Did they try to push you away? 

Hold on 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Till you found out the fire that you see 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Something hot in a cold country 

I won't see you falling 

Hold on, hold on 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Till you found out the sight that you see 

Feed the fire, fan the flame 

Till the world remembers your name 

Something hot in a cold country 

I won't see you falling 

Hold on