Electric fire, silent and cold
Artificial, quiet, but not bold
So pretty empty, so almost pretty
I wonder if its all a pity
Just slightly nice, not quite right
A sickly sort of happy light
It's what you got, but not what wanted
The true potential, feels so haunted
It's like that thing you almost had
Almost good, but not so bad
But just enough to make you sad
Did you ever want something?
But had to settle for next best thing?
The color tan, not quite white?
Just a taste, but not a bite?
How nice it'd be, I'd have to bet
If I got the entire set
Electric fire, and dreams of you
Someday I'm sure I'll hold you too
That day, your presence will be true
