Campfire Wreckage

Sat on the rusted iron fender

Watching the embers fight the cold

Everything we built is tinder

But we are too stubborn to be sold (hmmmm)

We lost the map but kept the swagger

Laughing in the dust with a broken dagger

Stitch the skin, survive the fall

Never needed much to stand up tall

We are the spark in the modern ruins Singing our name to

the rising storm Nothing but ash in our hands tonight But we

are keeping each other warm (yeah)

Empty pockets, heavy hearts,

but we step proud Spitting out the smoke and we sing it

loud No survival guide,

just a gut feeling Looking at the sky where the clouds are

peeling (ahhhhh!)

Still keeping each other warm...