Fire - Markus Feehily

Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest

This could be our Graceland, sun setting down in the west

Better sweet than tasteless, bitter on my tongue

Bodies that are faceless, I know we could be the one

There’s a fire

Burning me up, fever won’t stop

This is my love

There’s a fire

Bubbling hot, molten like rock

This is my love, this is my love

Fighting on the frontline, now you’re in my sights

Caught up in the crossfire, we illuminate the night

Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest

This could be our Graceland, where we’re laid to rest

There’s a fire

Burning me up, fever won’t stop

This is my love

There’s a fire

Bubbling hot, molten like rock

This is my love, this is my love

This is my fire, this my love

This is my fire, this is my love

This is my fire, this is my love

This is my fire, this is my love

There’s a fire

Burning me up, fever won’t stop

This is my love

There’s a fire

Bubbling hot, molten like rock

This is my love, this is my love

This is my love, this is my love