Song | To Catch A Flame |
Artist | Oceans Ate Alaska |
Album | Into The Deep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There's light at the end of this tunnel. | |
Where I hope you’ll be waiting. | |
It’s growing ever brighter, | |
I’ll never stop chasing you down! | |
I can taste the smoke in the air, | |
But you always slip right through my fingers. | |
Learning to look but never to touch. | |
I guess it’s just bad luck. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play. | |
All your left with is burnt fingers; | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands. | |
You’ll always be the place I call home. | |
Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone. | |
The thought of you keeps me warm! | |
In the coldest of weather. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play! | |
All your left with is burnt fingers; | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands! |
There' s light at the end of this tunnel. | |
Where I hope you' ll be waiting. | |
It' s growing ever brighter, | |
I' ll never stop chasing you down! | |
I can taste the smoke in the air, | |
But you always slip right through my fingers. | |
Learning to look but never to touch. | |
I guess it' s just bad luck. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play. | |
All your left with is burnt fingers | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands. | |
You' ll always be the place I call home. | |
Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I' m not alone. | |
The thought of you keeps me warm! | |
In the coldest of weather. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play! | |
All your left with is burnt fingers | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands! |
There' s light at the end of this tunnel. | |
Where I hope you' ll be waiting. | |
It' s growing ever brighter, | |
I' ll never stop chasing you down! | |
I can taste the smoke in the air, | |
But you always slip right through my fingers. | |
Learning to look but never to touch. | |
I guess it' s just bad luck. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play. | |
All your left with is burnt fingers | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands. | |
You' ll always be the place I call home. | |
Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I' m not alone. | |
The thought of you keeps me warm! | |
In the coldest of weather. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
You always leave me in the dark. | |
If I can feel the spark, then why can' t you? | |
Tempting men to fuel the fire. | |
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would. | |
Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play! | |
All your left with is burnt fingers | |
Black cinders in the palm of your hands! |