| I think I’ll go down in flames | 
| Wouldn’t ask you to join me | 
| 'Cause that would be insane, it you could warm your hands | 
| Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me | 
| They will come from miles away | 
| 'Cause it’s cold outside | 
| And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet | 
| What better time and place than here? | 
| 'Cause you’ve become a fire in me | 
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | 
| And then you said that love was | 
| Just some sort of passing thing | 
| You’ve become a fire in me | 
| Ever since you turned eighteen, | 
| And the cold ain’t so cold | 
| When you hold yourself to me | 
| They will come from miles away | 
| In your honor | 
| In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats | 
| Oh they’ve been waiting for this for years | 
| You can see it in their eyes | 
| There’s a fire there | 
| But it’s not that I’m on fire but it’s deep inside | 
| They jump into the peppered sky | 
| 'Cause you’ve become a fire in me | 
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | 
| And then you said that love was | 
| Just some sort of passing thing | 
| You’ve become a fire in me | 
| Ever since you turned eighteen | 
| And the cold ain’t so cold | 
| When you hold yourself to me | 
| You, you can see it in their eyes | 
| They’re afraid that they’ll catch fire | 
| They’re filled, they’re filled with gasoline | 
| Because it’s what my heart desires | 
| All these little birds, are chirping in their homes | 
| Twenty feet above us they’re where all footprints are heard | 
| You’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that | 
| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs | 
| And you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that | 
| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs | 
| Yeah you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that | 
| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs |