If we had the same dreams
If we liked the same ice cream
I wouldn’t be listening to those sad songs
About love which never exist
How many knives are there in your sleeve
How many hooks will catch me
How much water will try to put out
My heart’s fire
If we moved the same way
If we were born the same day
I wouldn’t be listening to those sad songs
About love which never exist
How many knives are there in your sleeve
How many hooks will catch me
How much water will try to put out
My heart’s fire
Fire
If we could start again
I would have a new plan
And wouldn’t be listening to those sad songs
About love which never exist
How many knives are there in your sleeve
How many hooks will catch me
How much water will try to put out
My heart’s fire
Fire