What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

I knew the silly game that I was playing

When I saw the softest sun rise o'er the fence

I knew what all I'd earned when the tender light

Reminded me of the way you took my hands and told me

We're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

Too happy to desert who we were holding

Deceiving as unholy lovers do

We slipped out the back so you could scream our wishes to the sky

I turned away, I shook my head, and I told you

We're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

I would grieve if I knew not where I was going

I would worry if I thought I had the time

I would hold you if I thought that you would let me

I would kiss you if it wasn't such a crime

I would grieve if I knew not where I was going

I would worry if I thought I had the time

And I would hold you if I thought that you would let me

I would kiss you if it wasn't such a crime

I would kiss you if it wasn't such a crime

If it wasn't such a crime

So I will make a ghost out of you

So you can make a ghost out of me

Cause ghosts they don't

Burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn

Though we make the sweetest flame, ya we're gonna burn...