The candles burning low The last lingering glow I see it but can’t feel the heat
The buttons come undone Your colors start to run Is this conquest or a defeat?
No pyromancer, no fine romancer Could melt the ice inside my soul
Don’t say I’m broken Don’t say I’m joking I love you but I’m here out in the cold A fleeting secret glance A slightly too close dance A language that I never learned
They say some like it hot They say it rules your thoughts But I was born with a cold burn