Sure as Harry will never be king
Disappointment often offers relief
I'll tear out my own heart by the memory
Of when our love was young
And you could stand hearing me breath

I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I am burning
You taught me a lesson, but I'm not thru learning

If only this Patterson bus would go lurching
Over the guardrail and into the murky
December Thames, I'd be done in a hurry.

Sure as Harry will never be king
Disappointment often offers relief
I'll tear out my own heart by the memory
Of when our love was young
And you could stand hearing me breath

I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I am burning
You taught me a lesson, but I'm not thru learning

If only this Patterson bus would go lurching
Over the guardrail and into the murky
December Thames, I'd be done in a hurry.