I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
felt the burden lifted from my back
do you recognize the nervous twitch
that exposes the weakness of the myth
when your turn comes ´round
and the light goes on
and you feel your attraction again
your instinct can´t be wrong
separate the fiction from the fact
Been a little slow to react
but it´s nearly time to flip the switch
and I´m hanging by a single stitch
laughing at the stony face of gloom
when your turn comes ´round
and the light goes on
and you feel your attraction again
your instinct can´t be wrong
feelings come and go
where the true present lies are
calling down
laughing at the stony face of gloom
when your turn comes ´round
and the days get long
and you feel your attraction to him
your instinct can´t be wrong
calling down