I lit the match   I lit the match   I saw another monster turn to ash   felt the burden lifted from my back   do you recognize the 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   your instinct can't be wrong      separate the fiction from the fact   Been a little slow to react   but it's nearly time to flip 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   your instinct can't be wrong      feelings come and go   where the true present lies are    calling down   laughing at the stony face of gloom      when your turn comes 'round   and the days get long   and you feel your attraction to him   your instinct can't be wrong      calling down