Patrick Droney - Burning By The Minute Lyrics

      

Burning By The Minute
by Patrick Droney

Verse 1
Love is an offering, love is an awful thing
Love is a matador begging the bull for more
Close as a razor blade, close as the closest shave
To roses laid at your feet, or roses laid on your grave

Pre-Chorus
Would you even cry, if I laid down and died
Trying to win your heart as its breaking mine
Try to light a torch with a slowly dying flame
Saw a little smoke but the fire never stayed

Chorus
So why am I still in it?
Burning by the minute
It’s what I get for giving
Burning by the minute

Verse 2
She might have a heaven scent, wrapped in a scarlet dress
She might be Persephone; you might be the death of me
Honey I went for every round, round for round with you till I fell
Yeah you could’ve finished me, instead you just watched me bleed

Pre-Chorus
Would you even cry, if I laid down and died
Trying to win your heart as its breaking mine
Try to light a torch with a slowly dying flame
Saw a little smoke but the fire never stayed

Chorus
So why am I still in it?
Burning by the minute
It’s what I get for giving to you darling
Burning by the minute

Interlude

Pre-Chorus
Would you even cry, if I laid down and died
Trying to win your heart as its breaking mine
Try to light a torch with a slowly dying flame
Saw a little smoke but the fire never stayed

Chorus
So why am I still in it?
Burning by the minute
It’s what I get for giving
Burning by the minute
So why am I still in it?
Burning by the minute
It’s what I get for giving to you darling
Burning by the minute