Before you get to the door,
to the fire,
before you get to the
middle of the ladder,
Come back,
Come back.
Before you're out in the yard,
like a liar,
Before you get to the fork
in the cul-de-sac,
Come back.
You say the world is the world,
And it writes no stories
that end in love
that end in love.
I'm still lost in your fire.
I still have desire.
Because the world's just a world,
and you can write your own stories.
I'm still in love.
I'm still in love.