You scribed notes and you left them
In the pages where I write my mind
You're waiting out on the pavement
You cross your fingers and you hold your breath
You cross your fingers and you hold your breath
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
I'm making it obvious
White knuckles in the passenger seat
Late nights, long drives
We end up on a hill
We're laying up on the hill
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
Your love is a fire
And I'll let it burn me up
Your love is a fire
And it's gonna burn me up
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close
And I wish you'd come close