Fire

In a place with no future and no past
Drinking wine from the same glass
In a cave that found us in a daze
And our minds connected
You are still a mystery to me
And I keep some cards under my lacy sleeve
It's a pack I made with you one day
That we can trick this wonder.. into staying
Wake me up, In the middle of the night and say
"there's a fire going on outside my window"
then come back and kiss me
say you already missed me,
say it was an excuse
to love me all night long
We can blame the poets for our dreams,
Throwing feather boas in our everyday scenes
But the outlaws make our dreams come true
Running down our pleasures
Sweep me off my feet before midnight
I expect no less than a new crime
And my broken wings don't seem to mind
If I am mistaken or out of line