think youre comin down the street-
it's just another leaaf
and with it blows th litlting hope
i had that you'd be here.

Baby, now you're fodder for
a fire can't be tamed
and it's growing ever-hotter
as I feed it your mistakes.

You want to kiss and touch
you want to feel secure
I want things too, my darlin
like a love worth hurting for.

Keep looking out my window,
with its disappointing view.
Keep waiting for your visit
like some desperate, lonely fool.

My patience, like your word, is thin
and ripe with all my failure,
and I'm hungry for the kind of love
I've lost in you forever.