I should fill my arms with roses, well Like moths to flames dancing in circles Walk away, don't turn away, pretending not to burn Spiraling backwards where I belong
Fire on the roof Fire on the roof
Should I feed my heart with thorns again? Time is cruel sometimes and you are no wrong I can't read my lines, I'm giving up, I'm dry Crucify myself, but will I recall?
Fire on the roof Fire on the roof
Blinding shiny eyes, the arrow's dead Tiger's scratching, but the flames are ahead Run away don't turn, be careful not to fall Saffron flowers leave traces on their own
Fire on the roof Fire on the roof Fire on the roof
