The Fire Lyrics

You be the motive
And I'll be the gun that we had in the closet drawer.
You be the darkness
And I'll be the quiet footsteps across the floor.

We'll break in through the front door.
You've run out before.
We started the fire.
My partner in crime.

You be the driver
And I'll be the getaway car in the parking lot.
You be the fire

And I'll be the gasoline poured up and down your arms.

We'll drive right into the night
Sky, covered by blue
Lights coming for us,
My partner in crime.

And in the morning,
We'll be strangers again.