Feb
04
Adding Fuel to the Flames
You’ll only regret it The more you say
When you look back In the cold light of day
When the argument Is a little further away
The words will still Be in your head
And you’ll be sorry For the things you said.
You just wouldn’t stop You had to go on
You never accept That you’re in the wrong
You make the fight So bitter and long
You just can’t wait To dig in your claws
The last word always Has to be yours.
The last word always Has to be yours.
Yes the last word always Has to be yours.
What a waste What a shame
You just kept adding Fuel to the flames.
© Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte
All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte