I can hear half remembered lies
Allusions to our history that you can't hide any more
Are you dissatisfied with my second person songs
Wishing for a girl to strike a match and start a fire
A sideways glance, a fantasy I cling to
I whisper to you while you sleep
The mirrired lens, the sun against your skin
And all the stupid stories that I spin
May lightening strike and start a fire
We crash on heaven's floor
A chain of generations in decay
As I hold this pose I try to concentrate
Broken by the outburst of a kiss
A hidden world we never know
I will wait for you to start a fire
in ways you will never know
Well, baby, you're the one
I will always be the place for you to run