The Tinderbox - Patrick Wolf
left, right
left, right and
left, right
left, right and
...
weary from the war as i stumble into fortune
strike a deal with a witch and cut off her head
with pockets full of gold, boy, i journey into town
and trade my scuffed boots for bribes and burberry
became the talk of the town though the heart remained mute as i
fed the poor with the king's cutlery
locked in towers behind walls comes some divination
where true love was promised to me...
on a
black dog
black burning eyes
come carry you here to my room
dark to one spark and i have your heart
but as quick as you come, you're always gone so soon
soon, soon, soon
gone so soon, soon, soon
gone so soon, soon, soon
always gone so soon
and now i live alone in this dirty old attic
and my friends have no strength to climb up the stairs
so in the dark (dark), i spark (spark) a small box of tinder
and your love is ferried to here
on a
black dog
black turning eyes
come carry you here to my room
dark to one spark and i have your heart
but as quick as you come, you're always gone so soon, soon, soon
gone so soon, soon, soon
gone so soon, soon, soon
always gone so soon
so soon
why does no flame here last for long?
oh no, no spark rides dark for long
oh no
a thousand kisses are no judas kicking in to stop me
from trying to start a fire
start the fire
start the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...
deep down in me
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