left, right   left, right and   left, right   left, right and      ...      weary from the war as i stumble into fortune   strike a deal with a witch and cut off her head   with pockets full of gold, boy, i journey into town   and trade my scuffed boots for bribes and burberry      became the talk of the town though the heart remained mute as i   fed the poor with the king's cutlery   locked in towers behind walls comes some divination   where true love was promised to me...      on a    black dog   black burning eyes   come carry you here to my room   dark to one spark and i have your heart   but as quick as you come, you're always gone so soon   soon, soon, soon   gone so soon, soon, soon   gone so soon, soon, soon   always gone so soon      and now i live alone in this dirty old attic   and my friends have no strength to climb up the stairs   so in the dark (dark), i spark (spark) a small box of tinder   and your love is ferried to here      on a    black dog   black turning eyes   come carry you here to my room   dark to one spark and i have your heart   but as quick as you come, you're always gone so soon, soon, soon   gone so soon, soon, soon   gone so soon, soon, soon   always gone so soon   so soon      why does no flame here last for long?   oh no, no spark rides dark for long   oh no   a thousand kisses are no judas kicking in to stop me   from trying to start a fire   start the fire   start the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...   deep down in me