Starts with a match
and a wind that blows
What you bury inside,
what know one knows
And I escape it,
hands that glow
It starts with a match
and the wind that blows

Might have what I wanted to be
A thousand leagues under the sea

my hands are on fire

Stand back

I make my move
with your eyes in sight
The slightest touch,
the wrong choice makes it right
I saw the flames crawl
up your spine
When the room got warm
I froze up inside

Stand back