Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the walls come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
When you think of me
Do your eyes grow dim
Do the wall come down
When you think of me
Do you let me in
Something in my pocket
That was written years ago
In faded ink it says "You are my fire"
Do you think so....
Is it easier for you to say
You never loved me anyway
Or do you hide me in your attic trunk
Like a stowaway...
