There's light at the end of this tunnel Where I hope you'll be waiting It's growing ever brighter I'll never stop chasing you down I can taste the smoke in the air But then you slip right through my fingers Learning to look but never to touch I guess it's just bad luck Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play When all your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in the palm of your hands You'll always be the place I call home Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I'm not alone The thought of you keeps me warm In the coldest of weather You always leave me in the dark If I can feel the spark, then why can't you? Tempting men to fuel the fire Boiling their blood, like you knew you would You always leave me in the dark If I can feel the spark, then why can't you? Tempting men to fuel the fire Boiling their blood, like you knew you would Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play When all your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in the palm of your hands Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play When all your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in the palm of your hands