• I feed the flame of agony
    With the black coal of my heart.
    I burn my steady hands
    As I place the coal bare-handed into the flame

    And this locomotive only moves an inch
    When I give my entire heart to you.
    But you, the flame, just fuels
    Just smiles at my excruciating pain.

    I only wish to please you,
    By feeding my heart to this flame.
    And I feel this pain,
    Not knowing really why
    I can't stop fueling you with my heart.