I have spent nights with matches and knifes, Leaning over ledges only two flights up. Cutting my heart, burning my soul, Nothing left to hold. Nothing left, but blood and fire.
You have spent nights thinking of me, Missing my arms, but you needed to leave; Leaving my cuts, leaving my burns, Hoping I'd learn...
Blood and fire are too much for these Restless arms to hold, And my nights of desire, they're calling me Back to your fold. And I am calling you, calling you, From ten thousand miles away. Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe...
I am looking for someone who can take As much as I give, And can give back as much as I need and They'll still have the will to live. 'Cause I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love, And I feel forsaken, you know, like the things I gave away.
Blood and fire are too much for these Restless arms to hold, And my nights of desire, they're calling me Back to your fold. And I am calling you, calling you, From ten thousand miles away. Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe...