(mmm-hmm) (yeah) Standing by the cash machine,
it's beeping way too loud Underneath the yellow glow,
hiding from the crowd I dialled up your old number,
just to hear it ring But someone else answered,
didn't mean a thing They talked about forever,
but they probably meant maybe Flicking this borrowed lighter,
thinking of you baby
Borrowed fire, borrowed time Your old number on a different line Street-corner
grandeur in the fading light We're just holding on tonight
Thumb resting on the metal,
sparking up a spark Watching how the static glow cuts right through
the dark They speak in promises that bend with the wind Where
you used to start is where they begin
No ballad drag, we keep the rhythm in stride Walking down the
pavement with our memories inside
Borrowed
fire, borrowed time Your old number on a different line Street-corner grandeur
in the fading light We're just holding on tonight
Forever means maybe
Just a borrowed light (yeah) (forever
means
maybe)