We're lighting a fire,
Here in the dead of night.
It'll die comes morning light,
And I'm still the girl on the side.
I fall harder,
A little bit more every time.
You make me go a little wild,
But wrong just never felt so right.
You make me feel, love
Like the rough kind, maybe
I'll let you make me yours
But you're never mine, and lately
This image of us, really hurts.
This image of us.
Is just a mirage of us.
A bad, bad desire.
Here in the dead of night.
I gave myself to you yet I,
Know you'll be gone again tomorrow.
You make me feel, love
Like the rough kind, maybe
I'll let you make me yours
But you're never mine, and lately
This image of us, really hurts.
This image of us.
Is just a mirage of us.
One day I'll leave him but leaving
Feels far lonelier than this.
It's pointless, I knew from the beginning
Who I was dealing with.
And yes, I am to blame.
Played with fire, burned myself.
But hey, I might like this sweet pain.
You make me feel, love
Like the rough kind, maybe
I'll let you make me yours
But you're never mine, and lately
This image of us, really hurts.
This image of us.
Is just a mirage of us.
Je me vois dans ce mirage.
Ce mirage de toi.
Je me perd dans une image.
Une image de toi.