Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Bailey
Lead Vocals
Ivor Hay
Drums
Richard Burgman
Guitar
The Saints
Performer
Arturo Larizza
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Bailey
Songwriter
Lyrics
One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they had left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to defy
The night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone
And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
Just like fire would, I burn up
Five hundred miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's five hundred more
Outside my window, the world passes by
It's stranger than a dream
And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
Just like fire would, I burn up
I go to work and I earn my pay load
And the sweat, it falls to the ground
I see you now, but we may never meet again, child
The ice is hanging on the door
One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they had left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
Just like fire would, I burn up
And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
And just like fire would, I burn up
Writer(s): Christopher James Mannix Bailey
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