Fire and Ice

My phone knows your number
Watching my fingers
Flipping quarters and playing with matches
I need you to hold me
Alcohol and lonely
One more strike and the whole thing catches
The glass is cold and the whiskey burns
Put hand to the flame, yeah, I never learn
The warm of your lips and the blue in your eyes
Fire and ice fire and ice
I don’t want to want you
But you know that, don’t you?
Got your glass of wine on your bedside table
This side of midnight
Makes the wrong feel so right
I’d go home if I was able
The glass is cold and the whiskey burns
Put hand to the flame, yeah, I never learn
The warm on your lips and the blue in your eyes
Fire and ice
It’s the heat of the moment to the cold cold chill
And the sayin' I won’t to the knowin' I will
I reach for the phone, I’m frozen in place
I walk to the edge and I wait 'til I break
The glass is cold and the whiskey burns
A hand to the flame, yeah, I never learn
The warm on your lips and the blue in your eyes
Fire and ice
Fire and ice