Red Wire Black Wire Breathing Fire
A million lights and a kick drum,
The floor is moving slow,
I've got a feeling 'bout this one,
And we're still young, you know.
Whoa-oh,
I'm breathing fire and you're home,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold.
For me, another,
No, I won't stop,
Your eyes are sinking, love,
You can leave, but I'm just starting off,
'Cause we're still young, you know.
Whoa-oh,
I'm breathing fire and you're home,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold.
A million lights and a kick drum,
The floor is moving slow,
I've got a feeling 'bout this one,
And we're still young, you know.
Whoa-oh,
I'm breathing fire and you're home,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold,
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold.
