I look at you and see
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
They're setting fire to the cornfields
As you're taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I want.
This is where I need to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
The thrill and the hurting.

I want you as the dream,
Not the reality.
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
But I'm looking back over my shoulder
At you, happy without me.
This is where I want
This is what I need to be.
This is where I want
This is what I need to be
This is where I want
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
the thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.