It might be you
It might be me
It might be only one degree

But I could swear
It's getting colder in this room

We just don't seem
To care to touch
We just don't want
To share that much

But, darling, every fire
Needs something to come soon

We've got to feed this fire
We've got to fan this flame
If this love burns out
We've got ourselves to blame
We've got to stoke these coals
Until they glow red hot
You've got to feed this fire
With everything we've got

Have you forgotten about the snow
How hard that winter wind could blow
Back when our cold and hungry hearts
Were on the street

So let us swear then, you and I
To never let this fire die
Until these hearts
Have turned to ashes
In the heat

We've got to feed this fire
With everything we've got