A loaded gun can't shoot itself
It's tucked away on a high, high shelf
A burning question you ask yourself
Is it me I'm shooting or somebody else?

I've got these thoughts in the back of my mind
Rendered harmless most of the time
Sometimes they fiddle with the ties that bind
Wondering what it's like across the line

Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head
A burning bed
Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread
If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire

Desire

So what's the harm in a little wild life?
I'm in control until I decide
It's the attention that gets me high
Waiting for a reason to justify

Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head
A burning bed
Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread
If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire

Desire

It's a possession a ghost hunt
The more I give it, the more it wants
The way it whispers, the way it taunts
What can I get away with once?

Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head
A burning bed
Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread
If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire

Desire

Oh, it's alive wire

Desire
Desire