I wrote this song in my university flat in Bristol, on the Riverside, flat 506D Favell House. Possibly the ugliest building on earth and you'd think with it being situated beside the river, the view from my window would be beautiful? Wrong. I was on the fifth floor overlooking the bins and a car park. At the time I was unhappy, I was struggling with being 6 hours from from home and missing the people that loved me the most. I always used song writing as a release, locked away in my small room and of course like every sad song there's a girl that doesn't quite feel the same way. I realised early on that university was a lonely place for many but it only became apparent that I wasn't alone in my struggles when 6 other students took their own lives, locked away in their dorms. I knew that I needed to get out. I made the decision to move home, I felt like a coward at the time but I realise now that it was the move that saved me from losing my mind. I've realised that sometimes in life its important to listen to your heart and if you can escape then don't hesitate in taking that chance. Mental Health is something that can be fed, but never feed it something it doesn't want, don't put yourself in a situation you know full well is going to impact you negatively. Tiny Fires was one of those songs that pretty much wrote itself, it was all there in my head and my thought process at the time was that even though sometimes life gives you lows, just remember that there's a reward beyond those hills you climb.

Lyrics:

An hour in real time passes like the second on a broken clock
I stay in bed all day just to realise that this’ll be the third on the trot
I set the foundation for a life that I don’t know how to build.
And I take a step backwards and I fall down the same old hills
And I hope that you return to me, it’s mighty lonely on my own in the city.
Hope I find some better company, where they’re willing to be caring for my pity. And I do not want to wake up to the shame, but I’m far too tired for these games. We’ll bury this with all our memories, right beside the last love that took it all away.

Oh, as sweet as you were,
you turned out to be fools gold in the dark dirt.
And you ripped through the house whirlwind tearing everything to the cold ground. And your words through the phone forced the skin right off of my white bones. And I lay, surrounded by these thoughts

Our Tiny fires, I swear they’ll burn some day.
And I want them wild and in some place it never rains.
‘Cause We belong, Deep inside the blaze,
just like we did back in our early days.

I move in straight lines and I follow cats eyes beside the road
I know directions but where they take me we’ll never know,
Please fire a flare so I know that you are out there,
Safe and sound, with a beacon over your head.
I hope that you are missing me, I feel it too when alone in the country
I miss the sirens and the song repeats, late nights that I wish I could remember I’d do anything i need to make you stay, but your mind’s made you’ll leave anyway I sure hope your train is delayed, ‘cause theres so much more I need to say.

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