Fuel

Our lighter has run out of gas,

the fire stone won't work anymore

and the soothing hands that lit it up

will get lost inside the smoke.

Sometimes it's better to explode

and burn  every cornerstone down

don't you emember how it was

to grab the match and turn me on?

 

Then you thought this bet was safe

that fate would never stood a chance

the heartbeats kept rising and rising

but you forgot about the belt

Sick and tired of fuel and fire

of dreams, of words; of you.

I don't want to lose more fuel,

looks like you ate it all up.

Sometimes it's better to explode

and burn  every cornerstone down

don't you emember how it was

to grab the match and turn me on?

I don't want to lose more fuel,

looks like you ate it all up, 

my sweetheart