What was our house is now on fire
What was our wood in our fuels and desires
No oh baby can't you smell the smoke?
Why aren't we running now?
Why aren't we running now?
Cause lately it's been cold outside
Your hands are white
Cause they've been clasped so tight
Around mine, so tight
And there's no road beneath
This snow that takes me home
But it's there, I'll go
But it's there, I'll go
If you're coming home
I smell the fuel, but there's no arson here
Perhaps this is a fire we should always
Have feared
And no, oh baby can't you feel the flame?
Why aren't we running yet?
Why aren't we running yet?
Cause lately it's been cold outside
Your hands are white
Cause they've been clasped so tight
Around mine, so tight
And there's no road beneath
This snow that takes me home
But it's there, I'll go
But it's there, I'll go
If you're coming home
Oh I've been drinking but it's not
A poison yet. It's hard fighting fires
In your very own bed
Oh I've been drinking but it's not
A poison yet. It's hard fighting fires
In your very own bed
Oh I've been drinking but it's not
A poison yet. It's hard fighting fires
In your very own bed
Oh I've been drinking but it's not
A poison yet. It's hard fighting fires
In your very own bed