[Verse 1] (quiet, sparse) December slipped in through the broken door, the heater quit, the frost was on the pane. You came with coffee, kicked your boots off on the floor, and stayed until the cold forgot my name. [Chorus] (loud) You were borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I warmed my hands on you to beat the cold. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I paid it back, the song is mine to hold. The flame goes back, but the song stays mine, I wrote you into every single line. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — you were the warmest winter of my life. [Verse 2] (quiet) You left your gloves upon my windowsill, said "keep 'em — you'll need 'em more than I." March rolled in and melted all the chill, you went your way beneath a different sky. [Chorus] (loud) You were borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I warmed my hands on you to beat the cold. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I paid it back, the song is mine to hold. The flame goes back, but the song stays mine, I wrote you into every single line. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — you were the warmest winter of my life. [Bridge] (stripped back) Here's what they don't tell you 'bout borrowed fire: it keeps you warm, but it never keeps you. I hung your gloves up by my old guitar, and paid it back in every line for you. [Final Chorus] (loudest) You were borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I warmed my hands on you to beat the cold. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — I paid it back, the song is mine to hold. The flame goes back, but the song stays mine, I wrote you into every single line. Borrowed fire, borrowed fire — you were the warmest winter of my life. (If you hear this on some midnight drive — that's me paying back my borrowed fire.)
