Puttin' Out Fires - Nils Lofgren

Beautiful sound!

Shut that funky old jukebox down

I want to hear you breath

When you sleep you don’t talk, you don’t leave

What’s wrong with me?

You wash your hands in my tears

Walk my heart like a dark street

In a bad neighborhood

And I be strong, puttin' out fires

I belong, to your desires

Am I wrong?

Puttin' out fires for you

One naked laugh, each time we touch like that

I almost disappear

All the hurt, all the fears, they abandon me

Be still my love!

You breath trouble like air

You require such sorrow there

You are crushing my soul

And I be strong, puttin' out fires

I belong, to your desires

Am I wrong?

Puttin' out fires for you