I should fill my arms with roses, well
Like moths to flames dancing in circles
Walk away, don't turn away, pretending not to burn
Spiraling backwards where I belong

Fire on the roof
Fire on the roof

Should I feed my heart with thorns again?
Time is cruel sometimes and you are no wrong
I can't read my lines, I'm giving up, I'm dry
Crucify myself, but will I recall?

Fire on the roof
Fire on the roof

Blinding shiny eyes, the arrow's dead
Tiger's scratching, but the flames are ahead
Run away don't turn, be careful not to fall
Saffron flowers leave traces on their own

Fire on the roof
Fire on the roof
Fire on the roof