Passion

We play this game eternally, we play this game alone.
We play it unforgettably, we play it in our bones.
Sure, we'll play this game eternally, the devil makes us sick.
But we can't keep his words at bay, we're burning in his grip.

He will love you like a flower, like a flash of rain.
He will break his smile on you and nothing is the same.

We play this game eternally, and we just won't belong.
We'll roll around on satin sheets, we'll rut against the wall.
We'll fall into each other's arms, we'll warm us when we fall.
We'll play until it's comfortable, the night will sing along.

Love is like a fire, my love -
for the one that feels this heat the same.
Look at him, with his hair falling in waves.
He will love you for the night and he will never love again.

He will love you like a pyre, like a burning flame.
He will break his wiles on you and you remain the same.

Love is like a fire, my love -
for the one that feels this heat the same.
Look at him, with his heart falling in waves.
He will love you for the night and he will never love again.

You have heat for me, my love -
The thrumming base, this anarchy's to blame.
Oh, Lord, the devil makes me sick,
but I'm prepared to fall again, to twist within his grip.

Oh, love...