I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burden lifting from my back
Do you recognise a nervous twitch
That exposes the weakness of the myth
When your turn comes round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
Your instinct can't be wrong
Separate the fiction from the fact
A (get) little slow to react
But it's nearly time to flick the switch
And I'm hanging by a single stitch
Laughing at the stony face of gloom
When your turn comes round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
Your instinct can't be wrong
Feel this come and go
Where the true present lies
Calling down, calling down, calling
Laughing at the stony face of gloom
When your turn comes round
And the days get long
And you feel your attraction to him
Your instinct can't be wrong
Calling down
Calling down

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Writer(s): NEIL MULLANE FINN