[Verse] Smoke curls slow in the silver air, your breath a whisper, barely there. The wood cracks soft, a steady tune, light dances on the hillside moon. [Pre-Chorus] And every shadow finds its place, in the hush of this quiet grace. You laugh—just once—like a star let go, and the world feels soft, and I let go. [Chorus] Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. [Verse] Fingers trace the ground, old names, echoes half-remembered in rimeless flames. One spark flies up, then fades to red, like a thought that’s long been said. [Pre-Chorus] And every silence starts to sing, in the way the ember breathes and swings. You lean close, voice low and true, and the night feels like something new. [Chorus] Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. [Bridge] No need to speak, we both know, how the world can still grow from a single spark, a steady beat— a quiet kind of heart, sweet. [Chorus] Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. Oh, the cold won’t win, not tonight, with your warmth and the fire’s pale light. We’re small, yes, but we’re holding on— to this moment, this soft gold dawn. [Outro] Laughter fades… like the last spark… sleeping… on the hill.