you've got heat; you make a black heart red.
and i'll take from you what i can get.
i'm just fine to hang here from this thread
'cause it's you in this crowd who turns my head.
it's fall and it's all unclear.
maybe this year
we'll weather december.
i've lost pavement; i've hit mars.
and i'm lying here seeing stars.
there's no solid ground ahead,
but it's you who turns my head.
it's fall and it's all unclear.
maybe this year
we'll weather december.