Fuel to Fire

Do you want me on your mind, or do you want me to go on? I might be yours as sure as I can say Be gone, be faraway Roses on parade, they follow you around Upon your shore as sure as I can say Be gone, be faraway Like fuel to fire Into the town we go, into your hideaway Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway Sing quietly along Pious words to cry into the under Upon your shore as sure as I can say Be gone, be faraway Oh, what a day to choose Torn by the hours All that I say to you Is like fuel to the fire Into the town we go, into your hideaway Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway Never do we know, never do they give away Where the towers grow, only you will hear them say Sing quietly along Sing quietly along