You count to seven
It's usually till ten
To hell with 
Sydney girls
You're much better than them
On my mattress 
I've been drawing a line
Where I'll shut my eyes
And where you should lie
You should lie
If you should lie
I'll be a lighter of fires
You'll be the fighter of fires
I'll be the lighter of fires
You be the fighter of fires
Should I choose to stay
Here now all depends
On buildings, buses, streets
Trees, rain and friends
On my mattress 
I've been drawing a line
Where I'll shut my eyes
And where you should lie
You should lie
If you should lie
I'll be a lighter of fires
You'll be a fighter of fires
I'll be a lighter of fires
You be a fighter of fires