Fists from Fists by Winter Grain

I used to know it was good
It used to feel right
There used to be a satisfaction to the action
To the thrill of the fight

We can see you out there
Locked and loaded with your
Fists in the air
Until the fire came down
Burning higher now
Yeah the fire came down
And there’s no way to put it out

And it breaks our hearts
It breaks our hearts

We put it to bed
Threw dirt on the grave
There’s no cure for absurdity
Too many to save

We can see you out there
Locked and loaded with your
Fists in the air
Until the fire came down
Burning higher now
Yeah the fire came down
And there’s no way to put it out

Don’t just be a fire
Be a torch, be a pyre
Be a beacon on a cliff
Be a prayer upon a wick
Burn higher, higher
Don't just be a fire.

We can see you out there
Locked and loaded with your
Fists in the air
Until the fire came down
Burning higher now
Yeah the fire came down
And there’s no way

We can see you out there
Locked and loaded with your
Fists in the air
Until the fire came down
Burning higher now
Yeah the fire came down
And there’s no way to put it out

And it breaks our hearts
It breaks our hearts

• Americana
• Pop
• alt-country
• indie pop
• Los Angeles