You won’t count to seven it’s usually ‘til ten. To hell with Sydney girls you’re much better than them. On my mattress I’ve been drawing a line, where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie, you should lie, if you should lie. I’ll be a lighter of fires, you be the
fighter of fires, I’ll be the fighter of fires, you be the lighter fires. Should I choose to stay here now all depends, on buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain and friends on my mattress I’ve been drawing a line, where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie, If you should lie. I’ll be a lighter of fires you’ll be a fighter of fires, I’ll be a fighter of fires you be a lighter of fires.