Markus Riva
You are setting fires in my name You invite a moth into the flames There’s a steep price to pay But I know that I’ll stay Your kind of sorcery is dangerous to me It’s gonna blow us skyscraper high Your sensuality is stirring something deep Unless it’s all a trick of the night My heart is made of dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite I should tell myself until I learn Oh, try and get away before you burn There’s a steep price to pay But I know that I’ll stay Your kind of sorcery is dangerous to me It’s gonna blow us skyscraper high Your sensuality is stirring something deep Unless it’s all a trick of the night My heart is made of dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite My heart is made of dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite And when you come around the sound is deafening It doesn’t beat so much as it pounds for you The risk I’m gonna die to take Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite, ah… Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite My heart is made of dynamite, dynamite Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, dynamite My heart is made of dynamite