Indoor Fireworks - Elvis Costello

We play these parlor 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 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, 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 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

And 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 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

When the smoke gets in your eyes

When the smoke gets in your eyes