Firewood Words - Berndo Kind

No longer burdened by youth Not burning and open and raw like a wound And shopping is much easier now I can be quiet and private and protected In a compartment tucked away real tight I'll ride my bike 'til the sun goes down Singing songs of no reason while no one's around And when it gets dark I will continue to stay out With my gray hairs all on the ground With something new to romanticize They'll all leave without you They Always will We can hold hands if we promise to go to the same place At the same exact time I will keep my grasp tight Until we part Ways then we can both disappear If I avoid you then you can't abandon me I can focus on my tasks so fervently Everything is much easier now My beliefs unchallenged thus calcified In a compartment tucked away real tight

The piano is not firewood yet They try to remember but still they forget That the heart beats in threes Just like a waltz And nothing can stop you from dancing Rise from your cold hospital bed You're not dying Everyone knows you're going to live So you might as well start trying The piano is not firewood yet But the cold does get cold So it soon might be that I'll take it apart, call up my friends And we'll warm up our hands by the fire Don't look so shocked Don't judge so harsh You don't know You are only spying Everyone knows it's going to hurt But at least we'll get hurt trying The piano is not firewood yet But a heart can't be helped And it gathers regret Someday you'll wake up and feel a great pain And you'll miss every toy you ever owned You'll want to go back You'll wish you were small Nothing can slow the crying You'll take the clock off of your wall And you'll wish it was lying Love what you have and you'll have more love You're not dying Everyone knows you're going to love Though there's still no cure for crying

The pines down there are getting lonely I think they need a friend If you bring the company, then I'll find the land Maybe I'm too dumb to know how growing up goes But what's good about your youthful eyes, is we'll never grow old And by the way I just want a home But I've never seen somebody build one all on their own And I I know love gets cold Not ours but if it should I already set out the firewood Do you ever just sit and wonder what our lives could be like Dancing with the lightning bugs that replace the porch light Just know my mama's gonna live, at least somewhat near But I promise you we're far enough where nobody will find us here Just so you know I just want a home But I've never seen somebody build one all on their own And I I know love gets cold Not ours but if it should I already set out the firewood If only I could make the drive all those hours away Where the honeysuckles' sweetness don't compare to what you'll say When I show up after all the times I've left you all alone And you'll know longer worry about What's gonna warm your home I want a home But I've never seen somebody build one all on their own And I I know love gets cold Not ours but if it should I already set out the firewood

Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o This loving something pass my power E hold me for my mind E knack me for head (My head o why, why) I'm not ready for this kind of loving (Loving) Wey my hert go dey acting funny Quicki, quicki come back home I no fit wait anymore You got me sleeping all alone Baby I'm dying for your loving Quicki, quicki come back home I no fit wait anymore, baby You're my medicine and I need you now, now, now Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o (No be firewood) Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o See I'm so lonely I need somebody wey go cool my body (Wey go cool) See I'm so lonely (Olololo) I need somebody wey go cool my body Eh cool temper Girl na you dey give me ginger If from me heart to the centre Baby girl, say me no plan to banter Me no plan to planka Dominica, Communica Hey baby girl no Santa Monica Sit down talk physical Wayo, wayo, wayo Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o (Wayo, wayo, wayo, wayo) Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o Quicki, quicki come back home I no fit wait anymore You got me sleeping all alone Baby, I'm dying for your loving Quicki, quicki come back home I no fit wait anymore, baby You're my medicine and I need you now, now, now Body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o (Wayo, wayo, wayo) My body no be firewood o Body no be firewood o

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