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 you always 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