The Last Fire

Where'd you get the number

Where'd you get the matches

In a motel room

Were they lying in a drawer with your old

boyscott badges

I think I know the truth

'Cause the last fire always lights the next one

You burn through lovers like a chain-smokin', sweet talkin', son of a gun

Anything it takes to keep your loneliness on the run

'till the next one comes

And the last fire is ashes in the mornings sun

It's a little bit sad

A little bit tragic

The way oyu run around

And if love was a drug you'd be an addict

You're so afraid to come down

Oneday you're gonna say goodbye

And someone's gonna take it too well

Maybe even look you in the eye

Like it's a cold day in hell

And you;re the last fire