Cloud. - Song for Campfire lyrics

Hold on tight Your magic mind will take you high and drop you down I'll admit it makes no sense The stigmas we give our home towns Cause I like when our house is full of life And when friends stick around But go your way I'll smile today My muddy feet grow flowers now You've got to make it work to make it work Oh my heart That sun's gonna drop But she's' grateful just to be alive And I exist and spoil it By hugging stories in my mind But I like when your mouth is full of sunny words Or kissing mine But say it, friend, over again I'm all right! You've got to make it work to make it work