(G. Johnson/P. Ballantyne) Twilight passes but we're still in dream She left ashes like a laser beam White hot flashes and that's what it is Blindin' my eyes with the sight of her skin Well I played with matches And she left ashes of my fragile being Well not that I mind 'Cause believe it was sin Hits like Cassius With bull-whip lashes She left ashes All's well 'til it ends and the chill is on All's well - that depends, if the thrill is gone If the thrill is gone Five whispered goodbyes and a kiss on the cheek I tried to fly but my body's too weak Because she... Hits like Cassius With bull-whip lashes Well, I played with matches She left ashes She left ashes She left ashes She left ashes