Cool It from Hera by Hera

Set a fire inside, let it burn so bright with the heat on high when you don’t know what to do, better ruin it.
Going up in smoke, can't be fixed it's broken bottles on the floor in every room when you're through.

Soaked in gasoline, you can run the scene like the baddest dream be the lightning be the moon as you do.
Let it hiss and burn it spits it stings it cuts it kills it grows when you are cruel, you're the fuel.

Won't you cool it, cool it; don't be a fool.
Won’t you cool it, cool it; don’t be a fool.

Feel it rolling in on your darkest grin you’re the shape of sin you’re as black as you are blue, is it you?
Let it hiss and burn it spits it stings it cuts it kills it grows when you are cruel, you're the fuel.

In the embers of your blackest night, you lost your way.
You let the anger take you over, and you don't know who you are
Bet you’ll never see your darkest day,
it's hard to know the hole you're digging when it's deep enough to bury you in shame.

Won't you cool it, cool it; don't be a fool.
Won’t you cool it, cool it; don’t be a fool.

Set a fire inside, let it burn so bright with the heat on high when you don’t know what to do, better ruin it.

• Pop
• indie folk pop rock alt-country
• street folk
• Iceland