(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