To Catch A Flame 歌词

	There's light at the end of this tunnel.
	Where I hope you’ll be waiting.
	It’s growing ever brighter,
	I’ll never stop chasing you down!
	I can taste the smoke in the air,
	But you always slip right through my fingers.
	Learning to look but never to touch.
	I guess it’s just bad luck.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
	All your left with is burnt fingers;
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands.
	You’ll always be the place I call home.
	Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone.
	The thought of you keeps me warm!
	In the coldest of weather.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!
	All your left with is burnt fingers;
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands!

	There' s light at the end of this tunnel.
	Where I hope you' ll be waiting.
	It' s growing ever brighter,
	I' ll never stop chasing you down!
	I can taste the smoke in the air,
	But you always slip right through my fingers.
	Learning to look but never to touch.
	I guess it' s just bad luck.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
	All your left with is burnt fingers
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands.
	You' ll always be the place I call home.
	Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I' m not alone.
	The thought of you keeps me warm!
	In the coldest of weather.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!
	All your left with is burnt fingers
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands!

	There' s light at the end of this tunnel.
	Where I hope you' ll be waiting.
	It' s growing ever brighter,
	I' ll never stop chasing you down!
	I can taste the smoke in the air,
	But you always slip right through my fingers.
	Learning to look but never to touch.
	I guess it' s just bad luck.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
	All your left with is burnt fingers
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands.
	You' ll always be the place I call home.
	Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I' m not alone.
	The thought of you keeps me warm!
	In the coldest of weather.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	You always leave me in the dark.
	If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you?
	Tempting men to fuel the fire.
	Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
	Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!
	All your left with is burnt fingers
	Black cinders in the palm of your hands!

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