The moment she saw him
She felt herself falling
Down on her knees

It smokes then it catches
This house built of matches
Kissed by the breeze

The temperature's rising
She feels herself flying
A moth to the flame

The quicker we burn
The faster it turn
To ashes again

This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire

She's drawn to the brightness
That flickers his likeness
Across her face

Swept up in a blaze
Of a media daze
She's running a race

She sees her mistake
She sees it too late
She feels out of place

But the quicker she burns
The faster it turn
To ashes again

This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire

It seems you insist on
Learning the hard way
But you know in your heart
You do the same thing

Again- This furnace is your
Fuel and your desire
Your mother must have said
Don't play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire