O would you dance with me through naked flame?
Our feet upon a floor of red-hot coals
With lips ablaze I whisper would your name
And off your ember tongue your answer rolls

We swirl in heated motions through the halls
Aware of that one fact we leave untold
We know as long ongoes our feverish waltz
The flint and steel of love shall not grow cold

For while we dance this flame we share is real
It flickers out when dancing feet grow numb
The burns that we've sustained that far may heal;
Desire is a meeker flame than some

Thus if we burn, the fire's not to blame
Then would you dance with me through naked flame?