On the 7th day – the magic gets a curse
On the 8th day – who’s going to give in first
On the 9th day – bags are being packed
On the 10th day – no one’s coming back

Some relationships – just fall sick
Being Master, then Servant – supplicate, then resist
A change of mood, a look – can bring it to its knees
Cut it down – like an incurable disease

Ah, but your kisses
Sweet as whiskey on ice
And your tattooed body
Soft as candlelight

Flame – you’re my flame for life

The 1st problem – we didn’t even care
The 15th problem – something in the air
The 62nd problem – we didn’t speak to each other all day
The millionth problem – we went our separate ways

Still got your number – on my mobile phone
And some of your habits – when I’m all on my own
I smoke too much, drink too much, read too much – every night
You’re my flame – flame for life