Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Released as a UK B-side in 1990
In the nicotine glare of a cold naked light
I drag my body from the covers and down forty flights
I run out the front door into the center of the street
I scream out your name as the steam just swells around my feet
I hear you after midnight from the inner city
As every Cinderella turns to drop dead pretty
We were built out of the darkness into this West Side Story
We came together in the shadows but the moon just steals our glory
Well this is my battleground baby
This is my plaything
The only thing I've ever known
Outside of a wedding ring
And I swear I heard the night talking
Cursing me for being a little more than hopeless
Telling me we're running lonely, loose and broken
Stronger now on passion but haven't we really spoken
And all we ever do is listen to the night talking
On the burden of insanity we can't find the cause
On a flatbed truck well the home girl she paints her claws
There's a coward who gets his courage undercover of the dark
And it's a strange breed of devil freeze at night to go walking in the parkWritten by Bruce Springsteen
Hey little boy is your mum home
Did she go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire.
Tell me now baby is she good to you
Can she do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire.
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul.
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire.