You quiver like a candle on fire I'm putting you out Maybe tonight we could be the last shout But I'm fascinated by your style Your beauty will last for a while
You're feeling instead of being The more that I live on the inside There's nothing to give I'm infatuated by your moves I've got to search hard for your clues
I want to repair your desire And call it a gift That I stole from just wanting to live Now I see the vision through your eyes Your innocence no longer fuels surprise
Trying to outrun your fear Running to lose Heart on your sleeve and your sole in your shoes Take a left, A sharp left And another left, meet me on the corner And we'll start, again.