作曲 : James Harrison/Chris Turner/Jimmy Kennedy There's light at the end of this tunnel. Where I hope you’ll be waiting. It’s growing ever brighter, I’ll never stop chasing you down! I can taste the smoke in the air, But you always slip right through my fingers. Learning to look but never to touch. I guess it’s just bad luck. Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play. All your left with is burnt fingers; Black cinders in the palm of your hands. You’ll always be the place I call home. Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone. The thought of you keeps me warm! In the coldest of weather. You always leave me in the dark. If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? Tempting men to fuel the fire. Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. You always leave me in the dark. If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? Tempting men to fuel the fire. Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play! All your left with is burnt fingers; Black cinders in the palm of your hands!
作曲 : James Harrison/Chris Turner/Jimmy Kennedy There's light at the end of this tunnel. Where I hope you’ll be waiting. It’s growing ever brighter, I’ll never stop chasing you down! I can taste the smoke in the air, But you always slip right through my fingers. Learning to look but never to touch. I guess it’s just bad luck. Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play. All your left with is burnt fingers; Black cinders in the palm of your hands. You’ll always be the place I call home. Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone. The thought of you keeps me warm! In the coldest of weather. You always leave me in the dark. If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? Tempting men to fuel the fire. Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. You always leave me in the dark. If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? Tempting men to fuel the fire. Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play! All your left with is burnt fingers; Black cinders in the palm of your hands!
