Could be mistaken
It's not like I wanna give my heart
But this conversation
I know this is how it always starts
Can I be cold enough
To keep you out of my sight?
The devil is weaving
The fine lines that run between you and I
And love it is teasing
It beckons me on to roll the dice
Can I be cruel enough
To keep you out of my mind?
Or will you be mine?
Feelings, fireflies
Or leave it in the past
Feelings, fireflies
Or leave it in the past