Fire

Markus Feehily

Compositor: Bauer-mein / Feehily / Sneddon

Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest
This could be our graceland, sun setting down in the west
Better sweet than tasteless, bitter on my tongue
Bodies that are faceless, I know we could be the one

There's a fire
Burning me up, fever won't stop
This is my love
There's a fire
Bubbling hot, molten like rock
This is my love, this is my love

Fighting on the frontline, now you're in my sights
Caught up in the crossfire, we illuminate the night
Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest
This could be our graceland, sun setting down in the west

There's a fire
Burning me up, fever won't stop
This is my love
There's a fire
Bubbling hot, molten like rock
This is my love, this is my love