Dance on fire with me babe. The flames ain't gonna stop. Come on and show me. That you're ready to trot. . So if you really wanna do it. You better do it hot.
Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon. If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving. 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time. My heart in crystal down the line, I'm screaming.