Lyrics:

Turning on the TV
A man dressed in black says
"The tensions and waters are rising"
Happiness is treason, fiction is fact
And the storm's always on the horizon
I hear the alarms
But here in your arms
Seems like a fine place to die
The world's on fire
I burn happily, dancing with you
Take my body
And I'll be the soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get to burn with you
To burn with you
Love me like a scandal
Wreck me like a wave
Take me back to the place I remember
We could light a candle
Put a record on
'Til we turn into ashes and embers
I hear the alarms
But here in your arms
Seems like a fine place to die
The world's on fire
I burn happily, dancing with you
Take my body
And I'll be the soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get to burn with you
To burn with you
Breathe me in, breathe me out
'Til the walls come crumbling down
Pull me close, love me now
'Til there's nothing left of this town
Breathe me in, breathe me out
'Til the walls come crumbling down
Pull me close, love me now
Love me now
The world's on fire
I burn happily, dancing with you
Take my body
And I'll be the soul you come crashing into
If it has to be the end
All I ask is that I get to burn with you
To burn with you