If there was a fire in the kitchen,
You started when I slept
If your eyes were grief-stricken
I'd hold you as you wept
If the orange singed my skin
And you were holding the match
I would take care of your sin
And let you disattatch
If my lungs became cloudy
And your makeup turned grey
I’d profess my love loudly
And let you fade away
If there was a fire in the kitchen,
And you wanted me to burn
I would only save our vision
And let you go in return