Couplet 1:
We met on a Sunday night in a foreign crowd
Read in the silence words not spoken aloud
On a thin black cord, we wavered up above
A sort of madness that we both called love
Refrain:
We light up the dark
A match and a spark
We knew from the start, we’d burn on down
A spark and a fire
Higher and higher
We’re burning the wire that holds us
Oh, this love, this love is wasted on me
Oh, this love, this love it ever holds me
Couplet 2:
You loved like a dying man in his last words
Loved with a pointed knife meant to hurt
But when you would love me right, you would love me well
Always sweet or bitter, heaven or hell
REFRAIN
Pont:
Well, it heals and it hurts
But I guess it’d be worse
To be lying alone in this bedroom
Here with you it is warm
Be it passion or harm
You are mine; I am yours
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