We play these parlour games 
We play at make believe 
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave 
Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try 
We go straight past pretending 
To the part where everybody loves to cry  [bad word]  
Indoor fireworks 
Can still burn your fingers 
Indoor fireworks 
We swore we were safe as houses 
They're not so spectacular 
They don't burn up in the sky 
But they can dazzle or delight 
Or bring a tear 
When the smoke gets in your eyes 

You were the spice of life 
The gin in my vermouth 
And though the sparks would fly 
I thought our love was fireproof 
Sometimes we'd fight in public darling 
With very little cause 
But different kinds of sparks would fly 
When we got on our own behind closed doors 
 [bad word]  
It's time to tell the [bad word] 
These things have to be faced 
My fuse is burning out 
And all that powder's gone to waste 
Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through 
I'll build a bonfire of my dreams 
And burn a broken effigy of me and you 
 [bad word]