Wildfire کے بول

What if I can't be sure that your love's still pure, how are you going to convince me? When I come unglued 'cause only time can prove any of this is really real. Your love like wildfire tears across my plains, all that's left when you sweep through are fields of pain, fields of pain, but i'm calling them my own. I can hear it now, I hear your pretty little laugh rolling off your smile. Damn you piss me off, then you show me your soul. How can I be mad now? Your love like wildfire, tears across my plains. All that's left when you sweep through are fields of pain, fields of pain, but i'm calling them my own.