Do the walls come down

When you think of me

Do your eyes grow dim

Do the walls come down

When you think of me

Do you let me in



When you think of me

Do your eyes grow dim

Do the wall come down

When you think of me

Do you let me in



Something in my pocket

That was written years ago

In faded ink it says "You are my fire"

Do you think so....



Is it easier for you to say

You never loved me anyway

Or do you hide me in your attic trunk

Like a stowaway...