OUR HOT LOVE GOT LEFT ON THE BACK BURNER

Our hot love got left on the back burner.
Our hot love got left on the back burner.

When I thought I knew all there was to know the flame was burning bright.
But the answers implant further questions that grow and I found I wasn't that bright.
Now the lessons I learned are the lessons I teach.
And somewhere while going from teacher to learner,
Our hot love got left on the back burner.
Our hot love got left on the back burner.

Remember holding me close and calling my name the night our lips first touched.
But good fortune alludes an illusion of fame and feeling the need to be touched.
Now the wages of war are the prices we paid.
And dishing out pain from payer to earner,
Our hot love got left on the back burner.
Our hot love got left on the back burner.

Now the wages of war are the prices we paid.
And dishing out pain from payer to earner,
Our hot love got left on the back burner.
Our hot love got left on the back burner.

Boiling mad, we're equally steamed,
I burdened the shoulder on which I leaned.
When you cut off the excess you made your life trimmer,
Put my affection on hold and hoped it would simmer.

So the present will pass in the blink of an eye but my eyes are always closed.
The future is planned so don't even try, to be open will show me closed.
Now spinning around is what made me dizzy.
And standing alone to a two-person-turner,
Our hot love got left on the back burner.
Our hot love got left on the back burner.