When I was a boy Way back in 1983 And the television was my holy spirit It showered me with sitcom moralities That were plumed with technicolour commandments Get a girl. Get a house. Have a family. And if it all goes wrong? Do it again. That was the televised truth The funny thing about truth It's... Twisty It's... Malleable It's as real as a mirage inside of a dream One day when the holy spirit wasn't looking A smoky silhouette approached me And I inhaled Desperate for the scent of him It was a clandestine moment His eyes like fire... I wanted to burn... And the silence cracks As the angels rage And the wolves howl As my lovely jinn sings I wanted to burn... I am the flame You are the heat Let's burn together Inside the beat I am the flame You are the heat Let's burn together Inside the beat I am the flame I am the flame You are the heat You are the heat Let's burn together Let's burn together Inside the beat Inside the beat I am the flame I am the flame You are the heat You are the heat Let's burn together Let's burn together Inside the beat Inside the beat I am the flame I am the flame You are the heat You are the heat Let's burn together Let's burn together Inside the beat Inside the beat I am the flame I am the flame You are the heat You are the heat Let's burn together Let's burn together Inside the beat Inside the beat I am the flame I am the flame You are the heat You are the heat Let's burn together Let's burn together Inside the beat Inside the beat