Words are melting in the air
For no-one to hear
Broken glass, abandoned rooms
And flowers are sear
All the days
Are the same
All the nights
Long and boring here
Here
I am not good or bad
I don't want to pretend
When you light a fire
Just call me...
I am not superstar
But I have my guitar
And this flame desire
Just call me Fire
Winter is a perfect time
To dream about spring
Maybe once you pass my castle by
And hear me sing
Through the woods
Across the fields
My song
Will be flying...
Flying...
I am not good or bad
I don't want to pretend
When you light a fire
Just call me...
I am not superstar
But I have my guitar
And this flame desire
Just call me Fire