By Owen Temple
3/28/2010
The first [C]time I loved I didnt know how good that it could [F]be
To have a[C]nother heart see in you everything you hoped theyd [G]see
If someone [C]said the feeling wouldnt last theres no way Id ever be[F]lieve
That [C]something I felt so true and fast could ever slip a[G]way from [C]me
Chorus 1:
But the [F]flames of passion [C]burned it up
When early [G]days of attraction [C]passed
Like a [F]meteor entering the [C]atmosphere
[C]Burning too [G]hot to [C]last
And Im so tired of hearing that a burning heart is the only love thats true
And that the mystery of loving only lasts just as long as the love is new
Cause when the first parts done the real work starts, you get down and roll up your sleeves
The real trick is building an enduring love, the kind that dont ever leave
Chorus 1
When the [Am]loves not tempered by a common trust
[C]Hearts cant take the strain
When the [Am]fires all gone, what you got left
is a [C]smoky kind of [G]pain
Chorus 2:
Yeah, the flames of passion can burn it up
When early days of attraction pass
Like a meteor entering the atmosphere
Burning too hot to last
3/28/2010
The first [C]time I loved I didnt know how good that it could [F]be
To have a[C]nother heart see in you everything you hoped theyd [G]see
If someone [C]said the feeling wouldnt last theres no way Id ever be[F]lieve
That [C]something I felt so true and fast could ever slip a[G]way from [C]me
Chorus 1:
But the [F]flames of passion [C]burned it up
When early [G]days of attraction [C]passed
Like a [F]meteor entering the [C]atmosphere
[C]Burning too [G]hot to [C]last
And Im so tired of hearing that a burning heart is the only love thats true
And that the mystery of loving only lasts just as long as the love is new
Cause when the first parts done the real work starts, you get down and roll up your sleeves
The real trick is building an enduring love, the kind that dont ever leave
Chorus 1
When the [Am]loves not tempered by a common trust
[C]Hearts cant take the strain
When the [Am]fires all gone, what you got left
is a [C]smoky kind of [G]pain
Chorus 2:
Yeah, the flames of passion can burn it up
When early days of attraction pass
Like a meteor entering the atmosphere
Burning too hot to last
