To Catch a Flame - Oceans Ate Alaska

There’s light at the end of this tunnel

Where I hope you’ll be waiting

It’s growing ever brighter

I’ll never stop chasing you down!

I can taste the smoke in the air

But you always slip right through my fingers

Learning to look but never to touch

I guess it’s just bad luck

Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play

All you’re left with is burnt fingers;

Black cinders in the palm of your hands

You’ll always be the place I call home

Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone

The thought of you keeps me warm!

In the coldest of weather

You always leave me in the dark

If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?

Tempting men to fuel the fire

Boiling their blood, like you knew you would

You always leave me in the dark

If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?

Tempting men to fuel the fire

Boiling their blood, like you knew you would

Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!

All you’re left with is burnt fingers;

Black cinders in the palm of your hands!