Drive by my house late at night, You can see it from the freeway above, No silhouette, but a light left on, Burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.
Smoke is risin' from the black, Comin' out my back door. I'm inside, sound asleep, a cigarette on the floor, Burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.
Well, I can still remember a couple of years ago, When the smoke and flame from our name, Was a burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love. A burnin' house of love... Burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love.
The rusty nail over our front door, Is where I hung our tears in the rain. I threw that horseshoe into the weeds, I seen what love can bring, I seen what love can bring.
Now you're in your bed and I'm in mine, On either side of town; I think I might take a little ride, And burn your love house down, Like a burnin' house of love, a burnin' house of love.