You be the fire— I'll fan the flame. This making love doesn't seem the same. When you found your seven rolled, You lost more than you won I'm told.

I'm not the first to lay you down, Just the last right now to come around. No known correction to make exception for Your single moment I can't have anymore.

CHORUS ✤ Lost in the night in the heart of your charm Find no need for revenge and no cause for alarm. You make a slip, pay no concern. You be the switch, and I'll be the turn.

None left to lose— nothing to gain. We pawn our memories for things we can't explain. And plow our fields with tings that can't become Under the sickle when harvest time is done.

CHORUS ✤

Old broken fences— old broken men, Can't help us stand up when the wolves are coming in. So take your memories and throw them in the fire…. Run for the money, and lose me in desire.

CHORUS ✤