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