Lyrics Hands On Fire - The Stills

Hands On Fire

It starts with a match and the wind that blows
What you bury inside, what no one knows
Can I escape these hands that glow
It starts with a match and the wind that blows
Not who I wanted to be
A thousand leagues under the sea
My hands are on fire
My hands are on fire
Stand back
I’ll make my move with no eyes in sight
The slightest touch, the wrong choice makes it right
I saw the flames crawl up your spine
When the room got warm I froze up inside
Not who I wanted to be
A thousand leagues under the sea
My hands are on fire
My hands are on fire
Stand back
My hands are on fire
My hands are on fire
My hands are on fire
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Stand back