(Cervenka, Doe)





Drive by my house late at night,

you can see it from the freeway above,

No silhouette, but a light left on,

burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.



Smoke is risin' from the black,

comin' out my back door.

I'm inside, sound asleep, a cigarette on the floor,

burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.



Well, I can still remember a couple of years ago,

when the smoke and flame from our name,

was a burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love.

a burnin' house of love...

Burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love.



The rusty nail over our front door,

is where I hung our tears in the rain.

I threw that horseshoe into the weeds,

I seen what love can bring, I seen what love can bring.



Now you're in your bed and I'm in mine,

on either side of town;

I think I might take a little ride,

and burn your love house down,

like a burnin' house of love, a burnin' house of love.



Burnin' house of love.