Play with Fire

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