Burning Up

There's a well-shaped figure 8
In between my roof and my floor
An S-curve in the shape of a girl
She's a fire-starter
The tinder that ignites my desire
The A-string to my absence of guitar
Shooting star, burning up the colour of tar
Crash landing right into the back seat of my car

There's something in the air that you can't breathe
It enters for a moment and then it leaves
Keep this fire going before you freeze

Lovely girl
Let me in your hive let me taste
Your honey makes my pencil erase
Silly girl, push this balloon a little higher
The air is getting hotter and stale

There's something in the air that you can't breathe
It enters for a moment and then it leaves
Keep this fire going before...

Your creativity starts running low
Keep saying you want me
But you don't show off quite as vigorously
As when I was new
But, we're not through

There's something in the air that you can't breathe
It enters for a moment and then it leaves
Keep this fire going before...
Your creativity starts running low
Keep saying you want me
But you don't show off quite as vigorously
As when I was new
But, we're not through
No, we're not through