Walked in the front door
Turned on the bright lights
Knew you were coming over
Fall asleep, you're on my sofa
And we're not talking any more
My tall tiny house
Waiting like trees that grow up
And drop their red leaves
We used to turn over tables
Savor the city shining through
Laced curtains tied tight
Our ideas of up all night
And all our talk of fables
Blue brick prison house
Sad like children that grow up
Yet in love believe