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  1. The Flame

From the album Collecting

Lyrics

You bring the matches
I'll bring the gasoline
If we're gonna burn girl
At least we'll make a scene

Well out here it's just so cold and damp
We can't help but warm our hands
You think we'd turn and run away
But we're so enraptured by the flame
So enraptured by the flame

In houses made of yellow straw
I'll saw a single spark
Consume em all
Ya can't rebuild a pile of ashes
Ya just sit and watch the wind carry them all off

Well out here it's just so cold and damp
We can't help but warm our hands
Ya think we'd turn and run away
We're so enraptured by the flame
So enraptured by the flame

Too late for phone calls
Too late for caring
Too late for red trucks and their sirens all blaring
Too late for saving all those things we had
Just turn around and don't look back
Just turn around and don't look back
Don't look back