My god is dead, left a hollow space, and in my bones an unmarked grave
Night closes in as you step outside, the gates of hell are yawning wide
I touched fire, I touched fire, I touched fire, I touched fire
My god has gone, like a dying swan
My river of tears washed the memory downstream
Our world is small, unkind and cruel, we twist and turn in the whirlpool
Getting ready to burn, we're getting ready to burn

I touched fire (in a burning city)
I touched fire (in a flaming sky)
I touched fire (see the fire with me)

I touched fire (see the fire die)
My bird has flown into the sky and spread its wings and taken flight
Night closes in as you step outside, the gates of hell still yawning wide

I touched fire (in a burning city)
I touched fire (in a flaming sky)
I touched fire (see the fire with me)
I touched fire (see the fire die)

Getting ready to burn (getting ready to burn)
Give me money to burn (give me money to burn)
Getting ready to burn

I touched fire (in a burning city)
I touched fire (in a flaming sky)
I touched fire (see the fire with me)
I touched fire (see the fire die)
I touched the fire (in a burning city, in a flaming sky)
I touched the fire (see the fire with me, see the fire die)
Fire, fire, fire

Copyright: Mute Song Limited, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Clinton David Boon, Craig Douglas Gill, Graham Paul Lambert, Martyn John Walsh, Thomas William Hingley