The moment she saw him, she felt herself falling. Down on her knees. It smokes and it catches, this house built of mathches. Kissed by the breeze. The temperature rises, she feels herself flying. Moth to the flame. The quicker she burns the faster we burn to ashes again.
This furnace is your fuel and your desire. Your mother must have said don't play with fire. Play with fire
She drawn to the brightness. That flickers his likeness. Accross her face. Sweat up in a blaze. All the media daze. She's running a race. She sees her mistake, she sees it to late. She feels out of place. But the quicker she burns the faster we burn to ashes again.
This furnace is your fuel and your desire. Your mother must have said don't play with fire. Play with fire
Seems you insist. On learning the hard way. But you know in your heart, you'd do the same thing.
This furnace is your fuel and your desire. Your mother must have said don't play with fire. Play with fire