Theres light at the end of this tunnel where I hope you'll be waiting.
It's growing ever brighter, I'll never stop chasing you down.
I can taste the smoke in the air, but then you slip right through my fingers.
Learning to look but never to touch, I guess it's just bad luck.
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
When all your left with 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 you 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 you knew you would.
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
When all your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in the palm of your hands.