Flame-red lipstick, match in her teeth,
Smile say danger, eyes say peace.
She dance on ruin like a stage light show,
Every step a sin that the saints don’t know.
I tell her, “Girl, you trouble wrapped in lace,”
She laugh, “Baby, you love the chase.”
We both pretend we can stand the heat,
But the truth sound better on a back-beat.

Smoke in the halo, glow in the crime,
She burnin’ slow and I call it divine.

She pretty when it burns, yeah, I learn slow,
Hearts make ashes everywhere they go.
We play with fire ‘cause we like the show,
Can’t stop watchin’ that golden glow.
She pretty when it burns — I swear I know,
But I light the match and lose control.

Perfume smell like a gasoline prayer,
We both saints of the spark we wear.
She said, “Pain feel pure when the world look dim,”
I said, “Love ain’t holy, it’s a synonym.”
We flick our fears like cigarette ends,
Watch ‘em curl into smoke again.
If sin had style, she’d strike a pose,
If hell got heat, it’s hers that glows.

Yeah, we light up lies like city nights,
Truth too cold for the heat we like.
Every scar a souvenir flame,
Every kiss still spells my name.
We burn bright, we don’t break slow,
Call it art when the damage show.
If heaven call, let it ring —
We too busy hearin’ fire sing.

She pretty when it burns, yeah, I learn slow,
Hearts make ashes everywhere they go.
We play with fire ‘cause we like the show,
Can’t stop watchin’ that golden glow.
She pretty when it burns — I swear I know,
But I light the match and lose control.

“Some people pray for light…
others just make their own.”