You are the lit match
The hot flame of the cigarette
About to fall
The hot flame of the cigarette
About to fall
I am the kerosene
Poured over this world
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For you
Fall to me my love
Let us spark
And watch our dark souls
EXPLODE
Let us burn
So hot, so bright, so sure
Hell itself
Will genuflect
With envy
The fuel (in this world of ours) is waiting waiting waiting, waiting for its ignition…and humankind will provide it.
Your words are perfect – I genuflect with envy!
Anna :o]
Thanks Anna!