Instinct

I lit the match I lit the match I saw another monster turn to ash Felt the burden lifting from my back Do you recognise a 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 And your instinct can't be wrong Separate the fiction from the fact I've been little slow to react But it's nearly time to flick 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 And your instinct can't be wrong Feel this come and go Where the true present lies, calling down Calling down Yeah, calling Laughing at the stony face of gloom When your turn comes round And the days get long And you feel your attraction to him And your instinct can't be wrong Calling down Calling down