Markus Feehily - Fire

Meet me in the wasteland
Bullet in your chest
This could be our graceland
Sun setting in the waves

Better sweet than tasteless
Bitter on my tongue
Bodies that are faceless
I know we could be the one

There's a fire burning me up
Fever won't stop, this is my love
There's a fire bubbling hot
Molten like rock, this is my love
This is my love

Fighting in the frontline
Now you're in my sight
Caught up in a crossfire
We illuminate the night

Meet me in the wasteland
Bullet in your chest
This could be our graceland
Where we lay to rest

There's a fire burning me up
Fever won't stop, this is my love
There's a fire bubbling hot
Molten like rock, this is my love
This is my love

Written by:
DAVID SNEDDON, JAMES BAUER-MEIN, MARK FEEHILY

Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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