Nothing makes me higher than the sweet song of a fire

I long to light the night with burning love
I long to light the night with burning love

I long to see their faces lit up by the glow;
Fascinated by the gnawing ugliness I know
Knowing pain and knowing nothing, but the stain of loss

But of course it can't be me
It can't be me, it can't be me
But of course it can't be me

Why would I cause suffering and why would I make pain?
And why would I ignite the incandescent bite of flame?
When I see them scream and cry
For those that they are missing
I truly know it has to be another kind of me
A thing that finds its essence in the flame
The flame that I am kissing