I have no church of philosophy
I've never known or told a joke you see
I smoke in bed, I smoke instead
I know the ins and outs of smoke
And where there's smoke, there's fire
The flip side of desire
So if it's true, it can't be you
It might as well be me
A spy in the house of your fire
A fire in the house of your night
A white-hot black-dark rendezvous
I'll see you there tonight
I'll see you there tonight
I've never been to Spain or to Germany
I'll never known my way around the city of Gorky
I've made love in halls, I fell in love in malls
I'd love to love you in the dark
And when it's dark, it's night
The flip side of delight
So if in fact it can't be wrong
Well then it must be right
A spy in the house of your fire
A fire in the house of your night
A white-hot black-dark rendezvous
I'll see you there tonight
I'll see you there tonight