The fire returned too soon, Swept through the room, Carving and burning all afternoon, The fire takes me aside, And whispers ‘if you’ve got time, then it’s ready to do or to die’, And something ignites...
Fire, you are on the run it’s your turn, Fire, you pull just like a river when you push away from me, I know that adding fuel to a fire’s like putting out a flame with a smoking gun, There’s a fire, there’s a fire, there’s a fire... A fire
Troublesome flames suffice, While feigning surprise, Throwaway glances hold sparks that fly, Yeah fire where do I begin? When I’m a moth to the light you bring, But I found a new place to hide, Until something subsides... Fire, I am on the run it’s my turn, Fire, I push just like a river when you pull away from me, I know that adding fuel to a fire’s like putting out a flame with a smoking gun, There’s a fire, there’s a fire, there’s a fire... A fire
Just because there’s fire surrounding, And the heat is on to stay, I don’t want to try to get away, I can build a fire around me, It could be that we are cut the same, Praying for phoenix in these flames,