It's five o'clock in the morning and stil I can't stop thinking of him, the alarm is still going off in my mind, in my ears. The smell of smoke, thick and burning. I want you, I need you. Why are things burning? Where did it come from? Where should I go? I miss you and I need your touch and I am lost without you.
Your smell, your touch, the sound of your voice; I cannot bring it to my mind, I miss it.
And that blairing sound keeps sounding.
It's ringing on and on and through the noise, through the constant blair or sirens, I'm huddled here, the bright lights blaairing, the flames ablaze. You're gone.
I didn't set it, I really didn't, You set me afire with desire, with love.
Without you here to control it, I want you I need you... I'm lost.