He's a charmer a wanderer a lover of the night
Collecting hearts like souvenirs under moon's soft light
Girls with silver spoons drawn to his rebel flame
He's the forbidden fruit they crave a dangerous game
Fleeting flames burning bright
In the shadows of the city's neon light
He paints their names on the canvas of desire
But love's just a fleeting spark in his fire
His fire
A carousel of passion spinning out of control
He whispers sweet nothings then lets go
Their laughter echoes in empty hotel rooms
As he slips away leaving them with their gloom
A carousel of passion spinning out of control
He whispers sweet nothings then lets go
Their laughter echoes in empty hotel rooms
As he slips away leaving them with their gloom
His fire
He's a canvas of contradictions colors bleeding wild
Brushstrokes of lust regret and secrets piled
Behind closed doors he sketches their curves
While the world outside spins and he observes
Yeah he's a hustler a midnight troubadour
Trading hearts for memories a reckless score
He paints their fantasies then fades to gray
A gallery of broken dreams love's disarray
Pros and passion a twisted muse
His palette drips with sins shades of bruise
But when the sun rises he's lost in his art
Trading love for canvas a fractured heart
Fleeting flames burning bright
In the shadows of the city's neon light
He paints their names on the canvas of desire
But love's just a fleeting spark in his fire
In his fire
And as dawn breaks he stands alone
Brush in hand heart aching to atone
For every stolen kiss every whispered lie
He immortalizes their pain beneath the sky