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