Hands On Fire - The Stills

It starts with a match and the wind that blows

What you bury inside, what no one knows

Can I escape these hands that glow

It starts with a match and the wind that blows

Not who I wanted to be

A thousand leagues under the sea

My hands are on fire

My hands are on fire

Stand back

I’ll make my move with no eyes in sight

The slightest touch, the wrong choice makes it right

I saw the flames crawl up your spine

When the room got warm I froze up inside

Not who I wanted to be

A thousand leagues under the sea

My hands are on fire

My hands are on fire

Stand back

My hands are on fire

My hands are on fire

My hands are on fire

Stand back, stand back

Stand back, stand back

Stand back, stand back

Stand back, stand back

Stand back