The Body is wrapped is shadow
the face is built of cinders
and painc tears thro’ your silhouette
as your squeezed by burning fingers
and he’s crackling in our colours
with teeth of gelignite

when he sighs his song and pirouettes
thro’a dance of dynamite

We are fireworks – slowly, glowing
bold and bright
We are fireworks – burning shapes
into the night

His fuel is our [bad word] 
and dreams begin to ache
and all the while we wear a party smile
and happily we shiver
happily we shake
Oh shake, shake, shake

We are fireworks – slowly, glowing
bold and bright
We are fireworks – burning shapes
into the night

Twist and turn – burn, burn, burn
Twist and turn – burn, baby, burn