She is a little explosion of hope.
Never turns the lights down low.
She can go there if you want to, though.
There are no markings on her country roads.
No signs that show the way back home
but when you get there, you won't wanna go.
I've frozen over my desires.
Covered up in virgin snow.
But when I stand beside her
she burns, yeah, she burns
like petrol soaked paper and fireworks,
and I'm burning, I'm burning.
I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts.
I'm melting darling, and I can't let go.
She likes to lay under the covers, oh.
Pretend that everywhere's our home.
Keeps me warm right to my very soul.
We get so tangled up, it's hard to know
what is hers and what's my own.
Vines at the bottom of an olive grove.
I've frozen over my desires.
Covered up in virgin snow.
But when I stand beside her
she burns, yeah, she burns
like petrol soaked paper and fireworks,
and I'm burning, I'm burning.
I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts.
I'm melting darling, and I can't let go.
I'm melting darling, and I can't let go.
I'm melting darling, and I can't let go.