Instinct

I lit the match

I lit the match

I saw another monster turn to ash

Felt the burden lifting from my back

Do you recognise a nervous twitch

That exposes the weakness of the myth

When your turn comes round

And the light goes on

And you feel your attraction again

And your instinct can't be wrong

Separate the fiction from the fact

I've been little slow to react

But it's nearly time to flick the switch

And I'm hanging by a single stitch

Laughing at the stony face of gloom

When your turn comes round

And the light goes on

And you feel your attraction again

And your instinct can't be wrong

Feel this come and go

Where the true present lies, calling down

Calling down

Yeah, calling

Laughing at the stony face of gloom

When your turn comes round

And the days get long

And you feel your attraction to him

And your instinct can't be wrong

Calling down

Calling down