Burn
I could not fold
A silver paper rose
I could not play
Such a clever trick on you
You gave me
A cigarette paper rose
The sleight of your hand
It fools me every time
You hold a cold
Naked flame in your hand
I’m flesh and blood
I bend, I break, I burn
You burned me out
Like a cigarette, you smoke
Flames wrap my hand,
Your scent, your stench, I choke
I light a light
To put out the flame
Your picture burns
My memories inflamed
Oh Shine a light
I feel the pain
You pull it tight
I can feel it burst my veins
Chorus
You can’t kiss this better,
Never, ever, you’ll never
Kiss this better,
You’ll never,
For ever it will burn
Kiss it better
I could not hold
A candle to your face
I could not fake
A love so bright it burns
Your comfort’s cold
No smoke, no flame, no fire
I crash, I burn,
Come onBaby light my Pyre
It burns, it burns, It burns, it burns, It burns, it burns,
Baby how it burns
ã Martin Isherwood 2005 (Original version ã 1998)