Playing With Fire - Brandon Flowers

Daddy I’m not gonna tell you that I’m sorry

Cause there ain’t nothing you can do to change my mind

I’m not here to know the things I cannot do

We’ve seen the outcome of the boys who didn’t fly

That road outside that you’ve been taking home forever

That’ll be the same road that I take when I depart

Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together

May twist and turn but somewhere deep there is a heart

Playing with fire

You know you’re gonna hurt somebody tonight

And you’re out on the wire

You know you’re playing with fire

Perhaps this calling is the channel of invention

I will not blush if others see it as a crime

However dangerous the road, however distant

These things won’t compromise the will of the design

Ten thousand demons hammer down with every footstep

Ten thousand angels rush the wind against my back

This church of mine may not be recognised by steeple

But that doesn’t mean that I will walk without a God

Rolling River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?

The Holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip

I’ve got this burning belief in salvation and love

This notion may be naive, but when push comes to shove

I will till this ground

You know you’re gonna hurt somebody tonight

(oh, oh, oh …)

Out on the wire

And I might not get there

But this little town, this little house

They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction

I’m not afraid of you no more (oh-oh, oh-oh, …)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, …)