[bad word] me,
i'm as good as my word, my word
but my bright eyes
hide the dark lies that i crave
i'd like to take back
i'd like to go back
won't you stay
won't you recognise
the fire burns
deep inside our lungs
won't you stare at my blood sky
the fire burns
yeah the fire burns inside

you know
i could twist your little arm, little arm
take the good things
out from under your charm
back to my home
not a nice home 
won't you stay
won't you recognise
the fire burns
deep inside our lungs
won't you stare at my blood red sky
the fire burns
yeah the fire burns inside

won't you stay
won't you recognise
the fire burns
deep inside our lungs
won't you stare at my blood red sky
the fire burns
yeah the fire burns inside
won't you stay
won't you stay
won't you stay
young
won't you stay
won't you stay
won't you stay
young