作词 : Costello We play these parlour games We play at make believe When we get to the part where I say that Im going to leave Everybody loves a happy ending but we dont even try We go straight past pretending To the part where everybody loves to cry Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore we were safe as houses Theyre not so spectacular They dont burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes You were the spice of life The gin in my vermouth And though the sparks would fly I thought our love was fireproof Sometimes wed fight in public darling With very little cause But different kinds of sparks would fly When we got on our own behind closed doors Its time to tell the truth These things have to be faced My fuse is burning out And all that powders gone to waste Dont think for a moment dear that well ever be through Ill build a bonfire of my dreams And burn a broken effigy of me and you