I lit the match. I lit the match. I saw another monster turn to ash. Felt the burden lifted from my back. Do you recognize the nervous twitch. That exposes the weakness of the myth. When your turn comes 'round. And the light goes on. And you feel your attraction again. Your instinct can't be wrong. Separate the fiction from the fact. Been a little slow to react. But it's nearly time to flip the switch. And i'm hanging by a single stitch. Laughing at the stony face of gloom. When your turn comes 'round. And the light goes on. And you feel your attraction again. Your instinct can't be wrong. Feelings come and go. Where the true present lies are. Calling down. Laughing at the stony face of gloom. When your turn comes 'round. And the days get long. And you feel your attraction to him. Your instinct can't be wrong. Calling down