The moment she saw him
She felt herself falling
Down on her knees
It smokes then it catches
This house built of matches
Kissed by the breeze
The temperature's rising
She feels herself flying
A moth to the flame
The quicker we burn
The faster it turn
To ashes again
This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
She's drawn to the brightness
That flickers his likeness
Across her face
Swept up in a blaze
Of a media daze
She's running a race
She sees her mistake
She sees it too late
She feels out of place
But the quicker she burns
The faster it turn
To ashes again
This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
It seems you insist on
Learning the hard way
But you know in your heart
You do the same thing
Again- This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire