You were raised on righteous love I was brought up in a burning house You tied your hands on monogrammed towels Ones I used to put out fires and shield my mouth A metro type you'd like to settle me down While I drown your picky fancy gasoline Well, if you lie here, I'll keep you warm Just until you find the word Hey, put the air like kerosene Hey, strike a match but no sparks guaranteed You need a light so we take it outside I would die to taste the ash on your tongue My heart is amber but you make me feel young When I kiss the jawline carved for cinema Well, if you lie here, I'll keep you warm Just until you find the word Hey, put the air like kerosene Hey, strike a match but no sparks guaranteed Hey, smoke the air with an ancient gun Hey, burn the air like kerosene You were raised on righteous love I was brought up in a burning house