I—I have no church or philosophy
I've never known or told a joke can't you see
I smoke in bed
I smoke instead
I know the ins and outs of smoke ins and outs of smoke

And when there's smoke there's fire
The flipside of desire
And if it's true
It can't be you
Might as well be me

A spy In the house of your fire
A fire in the house of your night
A white hot dark black rendezvous
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight

I've never been to Spain
Nor to Germany
I'll never know my way around the city of Gorky
I've made love in halls
I fell in love in malls
I'd love to love you in the dark love you in the dark

And when it's dark it's night
The flipside of delight
So if in fact it can't be wrong
Well then it must be right

A spy In the house of your fire
A fire in the house of your night
A white hot dark black rendezvous
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight

And when it's dark it's night
The flipside of delight
So if in fact it can't be wrong
Well then it must be right

A spy In the house of your fire
A fire in the house of your night
A white hot dark black rendezvous
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight
I'll see you there tonight tonight tonight tonight
I'll see you there tonight