We play these parlour games. We play at make believe. When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave. Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try. We go straight past pretending. To the part where everybody loves to cry. (chorus). Indoor fireworks. Can still burn your fingers. Indoor fireworks. We swore we were safe as houses. They're not so spectacular. They don't burn up in the sky. But they can dazzle or delight. Or bring a tear. When the smoke gets in your eyes. You were the spice of life. The gin in my vermouth. And though the sparks would fly. I thought our love was fireproof. Sometimes we'd fight in public darling. With very little cause. But different kinds of sparks would fly. When we got on our own behind closed doors. (chorus). It's time to tell the truth. These things have to be faced. My fuse is burning out. And all that powder's gone to waste. Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through. I'll build a bonfire of my dreams. And burn a broken effigy of me and you.