| 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 |