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
your instinct can't be wrong


separate the fiction from the fact
Been a little slow to react
but it's nearly time to flip the switch

and I'm hanging by a single stitch
laughing at the stony face of gloom


when your turn comes 'round
and the light goes on
and you feel your attraction again

your instinct can't be wrong

feelings come and go

where the true present lies are
calling down
laughing at the stony face of gloom


when your turn comes 'round
and the days get long

and you feel your attraction to him
your instinct can't be wrong


calling down