Blazing, blazing
Blazing, blazing
It's called passion
And it licks the stillness of a freezing room
Passion
And its tender kiss can make a statue swoon
It burns in you
It burns insanely and it burns with all the brightness of day
So light the fuse
And blow the burdens of the world away...
And if these flames have scorched you too much
At least these tears are warm to the touch
And justified in this cold world
Justified in this cold world
It's called passion
And its breath is scented like a summer's night
But passion
When it flares in temper it can torch the sky
It burns in you
It burns insanely and is fueled by all the rapture it brings
So light the fuse
Fire the furnace and feel your senses sing
Blazing, blazing
Blazing, blazing
You out there
With fire extinguishers
You can't stamp it out
It's blazing
Like a house on fire
It's called passion
And it's the only fire
In this cold world
Let's burn it up
