A little white house, a darkened street
I walk to your door
There's no light inside
There's just a light on the porch
Just one knock, you open up
And I stare
You press your lips against my neck
And I swear
That I feel coldwater
Bleeding red
Step inside, your mother's couch
Is still warm
The armrests have faded
And gently worn
You move closer and we move further
You scream whispers like bloody murder
Shoot your eyes around the room
Tell me what you see
I see coldwater
Bleeding red
I see coldwater
Bleeding red
We stumble til we move
Then I chase you up the stairs
Your hands are on the door
And my hands are in your hair
You never let me go
And I'm holding on for life
Just waiting for the moment
I am waiting for your sign
Waiting for your sign
Soon the sun will start to burn the sky
There's no alarms, we'll hear the birds start to cry
Search for clothing, say goodbye
Such a strange thing to leave your side
Crack the side door & squint my eyes
I see your fingers they part the blinds
As I go
As I go