Sure as Harry will never be king Disappointment often offers relief I'll tear out my own heart by the memory Of when our love was young And you could stand hearing me breath I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I am burning You taught me a lesson, but I'm not thru learning If only this Patterson bus would go lurching Over the guardrail and into the murky December Thames, I'd be done in a hurry. Sure as Harry will never be king Disappointment often offers relief I'll tear out my own heart by the memory Of when our love was young And you could stand hearing me breath I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I am burning You taught me a lesson, but I'm not thru learning If only this Patterson bus would go lurching Over the guardrail and into the murky December Thames, I'd be done in a hurry.