Chase the fire
I stand on the frontline Worked up
High alert I
Take a turn all around the sun Mmm
I rise up after falling
Head up
Target in sight
Full speed till we’re number one
I move fast
I can’t stop Pull myself Back on top Running past All my limits
Chase the fire
Touch down
And I’m back up
Hold on
Can you keep up?
Step back and then step it up
Step it up
Don’t let ‘em catch you Push through
Is what you gotta do Godspeed
You can be number now
We move fast We can’t stop Pull ourselves Back on top Running past All our limits
Chase the fire

The gates to my heaven are no lofty place, No gold and gilt or silver shine, Just two hinges and some peeling paint, That’s where we live you and I.

And I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,

This is my kind of heaven.
There’s tall pines on the hillside, They watch the weather blow,
and the people and their talking, and seasons come and go.
And I'm so glad you made it,
I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.
And in the summer flowers grow, Then they hide beneath the winter snow, But it's all love, just so you know.
This is my kind of heaven, No gold and gilt or silver shine,

I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.