Tonight I've set my body on fireI've burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I've heard The explosion.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.