7 acessos
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