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Tiny Fires is the belief that there is more to life than the pain you’re feeling. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, but you just can’t see it yet.
I shot this video across two days on an estate in Lincolnshire with two friends and our own gear. I wanted the video to explore the feeling of letting go of something but introducing a physical representation of this.

A big shout to The Stourton Estates for letting us film on their beautiful property in the Lincolnshire countryside: https://www.stourtonestates.co.uk

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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

And 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.

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

And 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.

Oh-oh-oh’s

And 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.