Lyrics Firewood - Martha Tilston
Thick,
thick
fog
is
rolling
in.
I'm
invisible.
I
like
it
a
lot
here.
All
the
lights
on
the
ships
are
barely
breaking
through.
My
God,
it's
beautiful.
What
is
this
I'm
going
through?
I
may
be
gone
for
a
while
I
think
I'll
go
for
a
while.
I
must
away
for
a
while,
Collecting
fire
wood.
When
I
return
my
arms
will
be
full.
When
I
return
my
arms
will
be
full.
When
I
return
my
arms
will
be
full
Of
fire
wood,
Of
fire
wood.
I'll
only
be
gone
for
a
while.
I
need
to
find
my
smile.
When
I
return
my
arms
will
be
full
Of
fire
wood,
Of
fire
wood.
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1 Space
2 Red
3 Firefly
4 Seagull
5 Brighton Song
6 Tribal Kidz
7 Mary and the Prince
8 Monkey Boy
9 Over to Ireland
10 Cycles
11 The Numbness
12 Sprig of Thyme
13 Firewood
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