I lit the match, I lit the match

I saw another monster turn to ash

Felt the burden lifted from my back

Do you recognize the 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

And your instinct can't be wrong

Separate the fiction from the fact

I've been a little slow to react

But it's nearly time to flip the switch

And I'm hangin' by a single stitch

Laughin' at the stony face of gloom

When your turn comes round

And the light goes on

And you feel your attraction again

And your instinct can't be wrong

Feelings come and go

Where the true-present lies are callin' down

They're callin' down, yeah

They're callin'

Laughin' at the stony face of gloom

When your turn comes round

And the days get long

And you feel your attraction to him

And your instinct can't be wrong

Callin' down

Callin' down