Theres a light at the end of this tunnel, Where i hope you'll be waiting Its growing brighter, I'll never stop chasing you down. I can taste the smoke in the air, But you always slip right through my fingers, Learning to look, but never to touch, I guess its just bad luck.
Catching flames, Is such a dangerous game to play, When all your left is burnt fingers, Black cinders in the palm of your hands.
You'll always be the place i call home Warming the coldest of rooms i know i'm not alone. The thought of you keeps me warm, In the coldest of weather. You always, leave me in the dark, If i can feel the spark then why can't you? Tempting men, to fuel the fire, Boiling their blood like i knew you would You always, leave me in the dark, If i can feel the spark then why can't you? Tempting men, to fuel the fire, Boiling their blood like i knew you would
Catching flames, Is such a dangerous game to play, When all your left is burnt fingers, Black cinders in the palm of your hands. Catching flames, Is such a dangerous game to play, When all your left is burnt fingers, Black cinders in the palm of your hands.