[ti:Start A Fire]
[ar:Dilara Kazimova]
[al:]
[00:06.75]Someone's selling garden roses down the square
[00:13.92]People gathering by to breathe the morning air
[00:20.25]But no one sees the bitter cold and shivering empty hands
[00:32.44]A school girl running by and trying to beat the bell
[00:38.99]People dropping, tossing coins in wishing wells
[00:45.36]But no one cares for dreams that don't fit into our world
[00:55.83]Maybe nightfall darkens skies
[01:07.84]And maybe teardrops stain our eyes
[01:20.59]But may the slightest light start a fire
[01:31.05]A soldier in the hands of a forgotten mess
[01:37.37]Digging out the burning bullets in his chest
[01:43.53]So eager, bold and noble - printing footsteps on this earth
[01:53.75]Maybe nightfall darkens skies
[02:06.09]Maybe teardrops stain our eyes
[02:18.56]But may the slightest light start a fire
[02:25.50]Start a fire
[02:44.66]But may the slightest light start a fire