She lit the blue touch paper
With 'Swimming Pools' full of her dark eyes
She didn't retire to a safe distance away from the fire
I said "why don't you really kiss me this time?"
She determinedly pushed back her hair
And put her hands in mine
If you light the blue touch paper don't be surprised
If someone quite close to you gets set on fire
It's burning dark like your eyes
And it's all right, it's all right
The Shipping Forecast said there'd be fireworks
The clouds started to spin
We wasted time in the park with the summer rain on our skin
She smelt of perfume, cigarettes and sun
I wonder if I'd ever liked a mix of perfumes quite as much
If you light the blue touch paper don't be surprised
If someone quite close to you gets set on fire
It's burning dark like your eyes
It's all right, it's all right
She's like an hour waiting in the rain
She's lighting fires with me again
She's just afraid of the slightest touch
And of course love
Let it burn…
credits
from Glam Shots,
released September 26, 2019
Written and composed by Rich
Arranged and produced by Eddy La Gooyatsh