Play With Fire -Feline
The moment she saw him she felt herself falling
Down on her knees
It smokes and it catches this house built of matches
Kissed by the breeze
The temperature rising she feels herself flying
A moth to the flame
The quicker we burn the faster we turn to ashes again
This furnace is your fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
She drawn to the brightness that flickers his likeness
Across her face
Sweat up in a blaze all the media daze
She's running a race
She sees her mistake she sees it to late
She feels out of place
But the quicker she burns
The faster it turns to ashes again
This furnace is your fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
It seems you insist on learning the hard way
But you know in your heart
You do the same thing again
This furnace is your fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire