Black powder, white hot trigger in the gravity of that night
I still can't find it a name, but you could cut it with a hot knife
Fighting a phantom feeling, and a ringing in my head
Your grenade gaze hits me and I'm dead
Caught in midair, tempting fire but
I don't care
What would you do if I slipped into the thought of you
Would you choke it out or light the fuse
Would we ignite or shatter in two
Mind turning, glances burning and hitting me like a sign
I swear a spark was sent flaring in your flint and steely eyes
Too near for smoke and mirrors, too embedded to pretend
So ready, set, roulette
Tempted midair, caught on fire but
I don't care
What would you do if I slipped into the thought of you
Would you choke it out or light the fuse
Would we ignite or shatter in two
It's a simple charade, avoiding the flame
Wouldn't you rather explode
What would you do if I slipped into the thought of you
Would you choke it out or light the fuse
Would we ignite or shatter in two