It's only 2 o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored And breathing is just no fun anymore Then I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse The subways are sizzling and the skin of the streets is gleaming with sweat I've seen you sitting on the steps outside And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost I think it's time for you to come inside I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget I think it's time for you to come inside I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
Chorus: [ Come on, come on and there'll be no turning back You were only killing time and it can kill you right back Come on, come on, it's time to burn up the fuse You got nothing to do and even less to lose You got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down to the ancient hallway, taking the stairs only one at a time Follow the sound of my heartbeat now I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line So open the door and lay down on the bed, the sun is just a ball of desire ]
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan and into the fire
And into the fire, fire, fire, and into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire, fire, fire, and into the fire
It's only 2 o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored And breathing is just no fun anymore Then I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
(chorus)
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan, out of the frying pan Out of the frying pan and into the fire
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan and into the fire (into the fire)
Fire, fire, fire, and into the fire (repeats out)
Compositor: James Richard Steinman ECAD: Obra #25634966