Firewood Lyrics - High Time - Excalion

Winter 

Has not yet come 

But it's not afar 

As I approach 

My fireplace 

Wary 

This is a sanctuary and a hideaway 

I light a flame and end the day 

And something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire 

Shows me a wonder under the November sky 

I stare and stare and dare not speak a word or whisper 

I might scare it away by the smallest sound 

Tonight 

I don't need much for a serene mood 

A hatchet 

And some firewood 

And something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire 

Shows me a wonder under the November sky 

I'm not alone 

There just happens to be no-one here 

Where the stars are near and air is clear 

Crystals of water are frozen into ice 

Where your eyes don't meet the city lights