Old friend
By Aim
Last night you told me everything would be ok
Last night there was no doubt in your mind
So what has changed since then?
What made you rearrange?
Those tiny little things, going up in flames, going up in flames
But Fire is my name, and you will see me burning from a
Million miles away
So if you think that everything will be ok
Don't turn to me 'cause this was your last chance
So put on your true face
This will be your last charade
Those tiny little things, going up in flames, going up in flames
But Fire is my name, and you will see me burning from a
Million miles away