You quiver like a candle on fire,
I'm putting you out,
Maybe tonight we could be the last shout,
'Cause I'm fascinated by your style,
Your beauty will last for a while.

You're feeling instead of being.
The more that I live on the inside,
Nothing to give.
I'm infatuated by your moves,
I've got to search hard for your clues.

Trying to [bad word] your fears,
 [bad word] to lose,
Heart on your sleeve,
Your sole in your shoes.
Take a left,
sharp left,
And another left.
Meet me on the corner,
We'll start again.