To Catch A Flame

Oceans Ate Alaska

There's light at the end of this tunnel. 
Where I hope you’ll be waiting.
It’s growing ever brighter, 
I’ll never stop chasing you down!
I can taste the smoke in the air, but you always slip 
right through my fingers.
Learning to look but never to touch. 
I guess it’s just bad luck.

Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play.
All your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in 
the 
palm of your hands.

You’ll always be the place I call home.
Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone.
The thought of you keeps me warm! 
In the coldest of weather.

You always leave me in the dark.
If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
Tempting men to fuel the fire.
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.
You always leave me in the dark.
If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
Tempting men to fuel the fire.
Boiling their blood, like you knew you would.

Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!
All your left with is burnt fingers; black cinders in 
the 
palm of your hands!