I think the last time I was warm was in my mother
Now I'm listening in the darkness
but there's nothing on the wire
I'm locked inside the refrigerator
So while I sit and shiver
I rub the sticks together
And if it takes forever
I will find my way back to the fire
Heat is not enough
More light
Love is strong enough
More light
Faith is not enough
More light
Everybody must be touched
I think that we don't need another great communicator
