Song | The Fire Did Go |
Artist | Royal Wood |
Album | We Were Born to Glory |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Like the furnace of the sun | |
When our bodies fused as one | |
‘Til the last of the urge was done | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat from our love turned dark | |
Like the smoldering of a spark | |
Can we ever go back to the start? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Just where all the fire did go? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
In the passion of our youth | |
We were lost in a haze of two | |
All I needed I found in you | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat of our touch went cold | |
And the ways of our hands seemed old | |
We have nothing at all to show | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Oh how the way that our lips did burn | |
Well I felt it turn |
Like the furnace of the sun | |
When our bodies fused as one | |
' Til the last of the urge was done | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat from our love turned dark | |
Like the smoldering of a spark | |
Can we ever go back to the start? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Just where all the fire did go? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
In the passion of our youth | |
We were lost in a haze of two | |
All I needed I found in you | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat of our touch went cold | |
And the ways of our hands seemed old | |
We have nothing at all to show | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Oh how the way that our lips did burn | |
Well I felt it turn |
Like the furnace of the sun | |
When our bodies fused as one | |
' Til the last of the urge was done | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat from our love turned dark | |
Like the smoldering of a spark | |
Can we ever go back to the start? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Just where all the fire did go? | |
Well I will never ever know | |
In the passion of our youth | |
We were lost in a haze of two | |
All I needed I found in you | |
Well I will never ever know | |
How the heat of our touch went cold | |
And the ways of our hands seemed old | |
We have nothing at all to show | |
Well I will never ever know | |
Oh how the way that our lips did burn | |
Well I felt it turn |