Desire

A loaded gun can\'t shoot itself

It\'s tucked away on a high high shelf

A burning question you ask yourself

Is it me I\'m shootin\', or somebody else

I\'ve got these thoughts in the back of my mind

Rendered harmless most o the time

Sometimes they fiddle with the ties that bind

Wondering what it\'s like across the line

Desire

A wildfire waiting on

A matchstick head

A Burning bed

Desire

A time bo,b ticking

Hanging by a thread

If it goes unchecked

It\'s a live wire

Desire

So what\'s the harm in a little white lie

I\'m innocent \'til I decide

It\'s the attention that gets me high

Waiting for a reason to justify

Desire

A wildfire waiting on

A matchstick head

A Burning bed

Desire

A time bomb ticking

Hanging by a thread

If it goes unchecked

It\'s a live wire

Desire

Desire

It\'s a possession, a ghost that haunts

The more I give it the more it wants

The way it whispers the way it taunts

What can I get away with once

Desire

A wildfire waiting on

A matchstick head

A Burning bed

Desire

A time bomb ticking

Hanging by a thread

If it goes unchecked

It\'s a live wire

Desire

It\'s a live wire

Desire

Desire

Desire