wild wdil

It wasn't a match, it was a lightning bolt in the drought.

Your eyes, two embers, consuming the day.

You said it was love, I called the fire department,
but I was already engulfed in your sincere fires.

(Chorus)
You're wildfire, ravaging my house,
devouring time, leaving not a trace.

Climbing up my skin, out of control, without brakes,
kiss me in the smoke, burn what we have.