The Fire

I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love sittin' around the fire Your hands strumming on a lyre Our songs touch the sky But I become unarmed when you look into my eyes When I look into my eyes That's... that's not... that's not it I love... fire