When you look at me you know what you do
The heart it misses and the blood runs through
My eyes avoid but I want to touch you
As you give me the signs that you're flying here too
I'll play it frozen as the fire burns cold
Pretend not to melt as the game unfolds
I’ll fan the flames with this soul I’ve sold
Then watch you burn with the lust I withhold
But these words I paint now flow far too deep
Much too removed from the form I upkeep
Inside I am happy but it seems I must weep
For this heart of mine fearing to take such a leap
You think I am crazy, in ways it is true
I’m serious now but I’ll laugh just for you
As irony dances to irony’s tune
This humour of mine will run right on cue