There's 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.

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!

All your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in the palm of your hands!