Christine Fellows - Bright Blue Flame lyrics

Who's fallen face down just inches from an ashtray- just inches from a bright blue flame. If you could lift your head you'd be laughing. A vision lighting up the room. But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence. The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame. Who's yelling at a stranger in an elevator for looking at you like that. All your smeary-eyed magnificence glaring back. But every last ditch attempt is your worst offence. The shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.