When myself, Justin, Cody, and Elizabeth first sat down to write Fire In The Night, we didn’t know what it “was” as a starting point, or what it was “going” to be. We almost never do. Co-writing with the FFM collective (or family, as we call it) has always kind of been like finding an old, rusty car buried out in the backyard, and then meticulously taking the time to clean off the dirt, and restore it to its former glory. As with most creative pursuits, it’s truly like an archeological dig; there’s an excavation of theme, allegory, and metaphor, and then we must sort and ascribe context to these things lyrically.