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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Vocals
L.H.C.
L.H.C.
Acoustic Guitar
James Burton
James Burton
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Scheff
Jerry Scheff
Bass Guitar
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Larry Hirsch
Larry Hirsch
Producer
J. Henry Burnett
J. Henry Burnett
Producer
Declan Macmanus
Declan Macmanus
Producer
William Jackson
William Jackson
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Dominguez Alhert
David Dominguez Alhert
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Miner
David Miner
Associate Producer

Lyrics

We play these parlour games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try
We go straight past pretending
To the part where everybody loves to cry
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
You were the spice of life
The gin in my vermouth
And though the sparks would fly
I thought our love was fireproof
Sometimes we'd fight in public darling
With very little cause
But different kinds of sparks would fly
When we got on our own behind closed doors
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
It's time to tell the truth
These things have to be faced
My fuse is burning out
And all that powder's gone to waste
Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through
I'll build a bonfire of my dreams
And burn a broken effigy of me and you
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
Written by: Elvis Costello
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