Lyrics
Turning on the TV
A man dressed in black says
The tensions and waters are rising
Happiness is treason
Fiction is fact
And a storm's always on the horizon
I hear the alarms
But here in your arms
Seems like a fine place to die
The world's on fire
I burn
Happily dancing with you
And I'll be
The soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get
To burn with you
Love me like a scandal
Wreck me like a wave
Take me back to the place I remember
We could light a candle
Put a record on
Till we turn into ashes and embers
I hear the alarms
But here in your arms
Seems like a fine place to die
The world's on fire
I burn
Happily dancing with you
Take my body
And I'll be
The soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get
To burn with you
To burn with you
Breathe me in
Breathe me out
Till the walls come crumbling down
Pull me close
Love me now
Till there's nothing left of this town
Breathe me in
Breathe me out
Till the walls come crumbling down
Pull me close
Love me now
Love me now
The world's on fire
I burn
Happily dancing with you
Take my body
And I'll be
The soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get
To burn with you
To burn with you