Fuel to Fire

Do you want me on your mind

Or do you want me to go on?

I might be yours, as sure as I can say

Be gone, be faraway

Roses on parade, they follow you around

Upon your shore, as sure as I can say

Be gone, be faraway

Like fuel to fire

Into the town we go

Into your hideaway

Where the towers grow

Gone to be faraway

Sing quietly along

Pious words to cry into the under

Upon your shore, as sure as I can say

Be gone, be faraway

Oh, what a day to choose

Torn by the hours

All that I say to you

Is like fuel to fire

Into the town we go

Into your hideaway

Where the towers grow

Gone to be faraway

Never do we know

Never do they give away

Where the towers grow

Only you will hear them say

Sing quietly along

Sing quietly along