The song this time is This Could Be Love, by Alkaline Trio.
I don't blame you for walking away
"I expect you know what this is." the younger man smiled, it seemed to flicker, eerie in the moonlight. "You do know what it is, yes?" The other shook his head slightly, struggling to cry out through the gag. "Why, it's one of your oldest traditions. Everyone knows that you jump over a fire to be married." The boy was pacing now, not franticly, more as if he was lecturing his captive. "And tonight you are to wed the earth." His dancing smile turned dangerous. "Tell me, do you know why I'm doing this?" Another frantic shake of the head. "You left me. You simply walked away. I was so alone, you abandoned me. Everyone always abandons me. But now, now there is no way you can leave me, not now, not ever!" A cruel laugh tore from his lips, rending the air; it terrified the elder man, chilling him in a way he had not felt since the allies had discovered the concentration camps.
I've got a book of matches
He strolled over, not worried in the slightest, the other man was bound tight. The gag was ripped off, falling gently at his feet. "I ought to thank you, really. You were the one that made me fight so, and you are the one who, excuse the pun, kindled my love of fire." The elder man watched him warily as he started to pace once more. "It is such a beautiful thing, fire. So powerful, yet benevolent, it warms us and destroys us. You know, brother told me once, that you, yourself, are like fire. Wonderful, from a distance, but stand too close and people get burned. I rather think that description would be more fitting applied to me, don't you think?"
I've got a can of kerosene
"I will release you. There is no way of doing this otherwise. And there is no running from this, you will be married tonight." And with that, he cut the ropes; the man, now free, started running. "You can run from the fire, if you want, but the fire will run to you." He moved slightly, dropping an unseen match onto the dry grass; a fire sprang up, the wind pushing it towards the disappearing man. The flickering smile was back,
"Leap knave, Jump whore. Be married now for ever more!"
I've got some bad ideas involving you and me
It was over. The flames had died long ago, the grass had grown again and the bones were lost in the night. "It was a most beautiful wedding, truly spectacular." He murmured quietly, strolling across the field, he could still see the scorch marks, if only faintly. "Theirs was a happy union that will never end." His musings were interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing; someone was jogging along the path close by. Looking up, he was surprised to see a very familiar face. France, in a stylish light blue tracksuit, the man was trying to get in shape for the Olympics in a few months time. "Papa!" He called, jogging over to the track.
"Tell me, papa, can you out-run the fire?"