Fuel To Fire
Do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go onI might be yours as sure as I can sayBe gone be faraway
Roses on parade, they follow you aroundUpon your shore as sure as I can sayBe gone be faraway
Like fuel to fire
Into the town we go, into your hideawayWhere the towers grow, gone to be farawaySing quietly along
Pious words to cry into the underUpon your shore as sure as I can sayBe gone be faraway
Oh what a day to chooseTorn by the hoursAll that I say to youIs like fuel to fire
Into the town we go, into your hideawayWhere the towers grow, gone to be farawayNever do we know, never do they give awayWhere the towers grow, only you will hear them saySing quietly alongSing quietly along