| left, right |
| left, right and |
| left, right |
| left, right and |
| weary from the war as I stumble into fortune |
| strike a deal with a witch and cut off her head |
| with pockets full of gold, boy, I journey into town |
| and trade my scuffed boots for bribes and burberry |
| became the talk of the town though the heart remained mute as I fed the poor with the king’s cutlery |
| locked in towers behind walls comes some divination |
| where true love was promised to me on a black dog |
| black burning eyes |
| come carry you here to my room |
| dark to one spark and i have your heart |
| but as quick as you come, you’re always gone so soon |
| soon, soon, soon |
| gone so soon, soon, soon |
| gone so soon, soon, soon |
| always gone so soon |
| and now I live alone in this dirty old attic |
| and my friends have no strength to climb up the stairs |
| so in the dark (dark), I spark (spark) a small box of tinder |
| and your love is ferried to here |
| on a black dog |
| black burning eyes |
| come carry you here to my room |
| dark to one spark and I have your heart |
| but as quick as you come, you’re always gone so soon, soon, soon |
| gone so soon, soon, soon |
| gone so soon, soon, soon |
| always gone so soon |
| so soon |
| why does no flame here last for long? |
| oh no, no spark rides dark for long |
| oh no |
| a thousand kisses are no judas kicking in to stop me from trying to start a fire |
| start the fire |
| start the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| deep down in me |