The Arsonist

You're an arsonist

Fingers like lighters

You burn my eyes

When I'm too close

to you, love pyre

Fulfill my desire

As you turn gold into stars

My beloved alchemist

You blow on my ashes

Poor grey mist

You can touch me

Only on a rainy day

But never, no never

On Sunday

You're an arsonist

You inflamed my lips

Under your spell

I fell asleep

You're the one on my list

You ignite my brain

Baby, like a bad fantasy

But I want to be on that train

You blow on my ashes

Poor grey mist

You can touch me

Only on a rainy day

But never, no never

On Sunday

You're my arsonist

Kisses like matches

Consume a lover's breath

And when you spread your arms

'try to be your antagonist

But it's so warm

Dear, I can't resist

My only path

You blow on my ashes

Poor grey mist

You can touch me

Only on a rainy day

But never, no never

On Sunday