Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lighting Myself On Fire, artist - Jukebox the Ghost. Album song Let Live & Let Ghosts, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Record label: b, BMG Chrysalis
Song language: English
Lighting Myself On Fire |
I think I’ll go down in flames |
Wouldn’t ask you to join me |
'Cause that would be insane, it you could warm your hands |
Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me |
They will come from miles away |
'Cause it’s cold outside |
And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet |
What better time and place than here? |
'Cause you’ve become a fire in me |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl |
And then you said that love was |
Just some sort of passing thing |
You’ve become a fire in me |
Ever since you turned eighteen, |
And the cold ain’t so cold |
When you hold yourself to me |
They will come from miles away |
In your honor |
In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats |
Oh they’ve been waiting for this for years |
You can see it in their eyes |
There’s a fire there |
But it’s not that I’m on fire but it’s deep inside |
They jump into the peppered sky |
'Cause you’ve become a fire in me |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl |
And then you said that love was |
Just some sort of passing thing |
You’ve become a fire in me |
Ever since you turned eighteen |
And the cold ain’t so cold |
When you hold yourself to me |
You, you can see it in their eyes |
They’re afraid that they’ll catch fire |
They’re filled, they’re filled with gasoline |
Because it’s what my heart desires |
All these little birds, are chirping in their homes |
Twenty feet above us they’re where all footprints are heard |
You’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that |
We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs |
And you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that |
We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs |
Yeah you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that |
We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs |