Feed This Fire - Anne Murray

It might be you, it might be me

It might be only one to agree

But I could swear

It’s getting colder in this room

We just don’t seem to care to touch

We just don’t want to share that much

But, darling, every fire needs something

To come soon

We’ve got to feed this fire

We’ve got to fan this flame

If this love burns out

We’ve got ourselves to blame

We’ve got to stoke these coal

Until they glow red hot

We’ve got to feed this fire

With everything we’ve got

Have you forgotten about the snow?

How hard that winter wind could blow?

Back when our cold and hungry hearts

Were on the street

So let us swear then, you and I

To never let this fire die

Until these hearts have turned to ashes

In the heat

We’ve got to feed this fire

We’ve got to fan this flame

If this love burns out

We’ve got ourselves to blame

We’ve got to stoke these coal

Until they glow red hot

We’ve got to feed this fire

With everything we’ve got

We’ve got to feed this fire

We’ve got to fan this flame

If this love burns out

We’ve got ourselves to blame

We’ve got to stoke these coal

Until they glow red hot

We’ve got to feed this fire

With everything we’ve got

We’ve got to feed this fire

With everything we’ve got