My Kind of Fire - Elias, Hans Olsson Brookes

My mind got caught in the sky

Too happy just to break free or to fight

Come bare in me 'cause I know it is time

You’ve got blood on your hands straight from the sky

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire

I know I got caught in the night

Can’t help that I can break free, I can hide

My funeral is closing by

But heaven is a waste if you’re not beside

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire

Ooh, you’re my kind of fire