I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another
monster turn
to ash
Felt the burden
lifting from
my back
Do you recognise
a nervous twitch
That exposes
the weakness
of the myth
When your turn
comes round
And the light
goes on
And you feel
your attraction again
Your instinct
can't be wrong
Separate the fiction
from the fact
Get little slow
to react
But it's nearly
time to flick
the switch
And I'm hanging
by a single stitch
Laughing at the
stony face of gloom
When your turn
comes round
And the light
goes on
And you feel
your attraction again
Your instinct
can't be wrong
Feel this come
and go
Where the true
present lies
Calling down
Calling down
Laughing at the
stony face of gloom
When your turn
comes round
And the days
get long
And you feel
your attraction
to him
Your instinct
can't be wrong
Calling down
Calling down
Calling down