He’s in the mood to touch the fire
He’s in the mood to touch
Everything you are
He’s in the mood to touch the fire
Touch the fire, touch the fire

Jacky’s locked in a silent dream
He’s watching movies on the tv-screen
He feels unsteady, lights a cigarette
He’s getting mellow in his cabinet

Oh, Jacky, when Mommie’s goin’ insane
Get ready, for she’s stuck inside your brain
It’s so sensual, so sentimental
Dial that cipher in your tear
The number to the golden year

You’ve got to touch the fire
Wake up little boy
You’ve got to play the fire (wake up!)
You’ve got to touch the fire
Wake up little boy
You’ve got to play the fire
You’ve got to play the fire

Jacky’s spying, is it her or not
His eyes are burning cause the brain’s too hot
He’s sitting calmly on his swivel chair
There’s something coming from the upper stairs

Oh, Jacky, when Mommie’s goin’ insane
Get ready, for she’s stuck inside
She’s stuck inside your brain
It’s so sensual, so sentimental
Dial that cipher in your tear
The number to the – golden year

Now listen to me, Jacky, you were always so lonesome
in that solitary house high on a hill.
Now come… come and meet me, you know where
and we take a nice and easy holiday back in the good old
days of happiness…

Oh, Jacky, when everything goes wrong
Get ready, for you’ve got to be
You’ve got to be so strong
It’s so sensual, so sentimental
Dial that cipher in your tear
The number to the golden year…