| Song | Lighting Myself on Fire |
| Artist | Jukebox the Ghost |
| Album | Let Live and Let Ghosts |
| 作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost | |
| ..When you hold yourself to me. | |
| I think I'll go down in flames | |
| Wouldn't ask you to join me | |
| Cuz that would be insane, it you could warm your hands, | |
| Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. | |
| They will come from miles away, | |
| Cuz it's cold outside | |
| And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet. | |
| What better time and place than here? | |
| Cuz you've become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
| And then you said that love was, | |
| Just some sort of passing thing. | |
| You've become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
| And the cold ain't so cold | |
| When you hold yourself to me. | |
| They will come from miles away, | |
| In your honor. | |
| In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats. | |
| Oh they've been waiting for this for years! | |
| You can see it in their eyes, | |
| There's a fire there. | |
| But it's not that | |
| I'm on fire but it's deep inside. | |
| They jump into the peppered sky. | |
| Cuz you've become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
| And then you said that love was, | |
| Just some sort of passing thing. | |
| You've become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
| And the cold ain't so cold | |
| When you hold yourself to me. | |
| You, you can see it in their eyes. | |
| They're afraid that they'll catch fire. | |
| They're filled, they're filled with gasoline. | |
| Because it's what my heart desires. | |
| All these little birds, are chirping in their homes. | |
| Twenty feet above us they're where all footprints are heard. | |
| You're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
| And you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
| Yeah you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |
| zuò qǔ : Jukebox The Ghost | |
| .. When you hold yourself to me. | |
| I think I' ll go down in flames | |
| Wouldn' t ask you to join me | |
| Cuz that would be insane, it you could warm your hands, | |
| Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. | |
| They will come from miles away, | |
| Cuz it' s cold outside | |
| And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet. | |
| What better time and place than here? | |
| Cuz you' ve become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
| And then you said that love was, | |
| Just some sort of passing thing. | |
| You' ve become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
| And the cold ain' t so cold | |
| When you hold yourself to me. | |
| They will come from miles away, | |
| In your honor. | |
| In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats. | |
| Oh they' ve been waiting for this for years! | |
| You can see it in their eyes, | |
| There' s a fire there. | |
| But it' s not that | |
| I' m on fire but it' s deep inside. | |
| They jump into the peppered sky. | |
| Cuz you' ve become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
| And then you said that love was, | |
| Just some sort of passing thing. | |
| You' ve become a fire in me | |
| Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
| And the cold ain' t so cold | |
| When you hold yourself to me. | |
| You, you can see it in their eyes. | |
| They' re afraid that they' ll catch fire. | |
| They' re filled, they' re filled with gasoline. | |
| Because it' s what my heart desires. | |
| All these little birds, are chirping in their homes. | |
| Twenty feet above us they' re where all footprints are heard. | |
| You' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
| And you' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
| Yeah you' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
| We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |