Fire, Fire ( Original Song by Nina Winkler)

LYRICS: My dreams drip with your promises, Fine line between seduction and a threat, You enticed me nicely with your ode, But it wasn t love, wasn t love, wasn t love, not even close, You dug a lavish hole to build our well, I sat and watched as our limp roses fell, Could have dried them, why d you hide them in a book, That wasn t worth, wasn t worth, wasn t worth another look,