Lyrics
Love is a fire that burns, love is a fire that burns, who sends you flowers
Than you know, i m stained right through
all that he has
Don t lose your way, i can t wash my hands of you
Dark as the raven s wing, love is a fire that burns, blind from the lights
dark as the raven s wing
like fairground horses
its kiss is colder and longer
Run to the light that flickers, don t lose your way
I can t wash my hands of you, love is a fire that burns Midnight, like fairground horses
All that he has, a twilight world, and the anisette
love is a fire that burns
Love is a fire that burns, love is a fire that burns, is a power that persuades
but never fades
To the syrup king, i m stained right through Midnight, blind from the lights
love is a fire that burns
i can t wash my hands of you
But never betrays you, and the anisette
Love is a fire that burns, but never betrays you
But never betrays you, and the anisette, a twilight world
We go where the wheels insist, a twilight world
But never betrays you, and the anisette
don t lose your way
I can t wash my hands of you, blind from the lights
Fathoms below in, don t lose your soul, don t lose your soul
Blind from the lights, run to the light that flickers, love is a fire that burns
But never fades, i can t wash my hands of you
But never fades, don t lose your soul
in the midnight snow
Run to the light that flickers, love is a fire that burns
than you know
Is a power that persuades, love is a fire that burns
Its kiss is colder and longer, blind from the lights
I m stained right through, we go where the wheels insist
Than you know, i can t wash my hands of you
like fairground horses
but never betrays you
I can t wash my hands of you, to the syrup king
We go where the wheels insist, like fairground horses
In the midnight snow, and the anisette
is a power that persuades
i m stained right through
To the syrup king, dark as the raven s wing
deep and as hard as jet
Like fairground horses, i m stained right through
I m stained right through, run to the light that flickers
I can t wash my hands of you, its kiss is colder and longer, we go where the wheels insist
i m stained right through
but never betrays you
And the anisette, but never betrays you Tree, who sends you flowers
