Burn, Burn

i'm a writer of poems
you're a break of hearts
i'm inkstains on paper
you're tissue torn apart
i'm a sightseeer
in search of bad taste
and you are cars crashing
wtih beauty and grace

oh what a perfect match

so light me up light me up
so light me up light me up

i'm a scaler of mountains
you're the blizzard
i whisper you lyrics
the strangest you've heard
i'm just a child
with six singing strings
and you're building tension
oh the strangest thing

what a perfect match

so light me up light me up
so light me up light me up