You quiver like a candle on fire
I'm putting you out
Maybe tonight we could be the shout
Cos I'm fascinated by your style
Your beauty will last for a while

You're feeling instead of being
The more that I live on the inside
There's nothing to give
I'm infatuated by your moves
I've got to search hard for your clues

Trying to [bad word] your fear [bad word] to lose
Heart on your sleeve and your sole in your shoes
Take a left, a sharp left, and another left, 
Meet me on the corner
And we'll start, again.

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I want to repair your desire
And call it a gift
That I stole from just wanting to live
Now I see the vision [bad word] your eyes
Your innocence no longer fuels surprise