We play these parlour games, we play at make-believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending, but we don't even try
We go straight past pretending to the part where everybody loves to cry
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
You were the spice of life, the gin in my vermouth
And though the sparks would fly, I thought our love was fireproof
Sometimes, we'd fight in public, darling, with very little cause
But different kinds of sparks would fly when we got on our own behind closed doors
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
It's time to tell the truth, these things have to be faced
My fuse is burning out and all that powder's gone to waste
Don't think for a moment, dear, that we'll ever be through
I'll build a bonfire of my dreams and burn a broken effigy of me and you
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
Indoor Fireworks was written by Elvis Costello.
Indoor Fireworks was produced by Nick Lowe & Colin Fairley.