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Oceans Ate Alaska - To Catch A Flame
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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 you always 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.
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!
All your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in
the
palm of your hands!
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 you always 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.
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!
All your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in
the
palm of your hands!
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