When the blood runs to your cheeks

Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see

I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart

I couldn't get no sparks

Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor

Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before

I loved you in the darkness and I

loved you in fluorescent light

If it don't feel right, babe

You can run and hide, babe

Like a bird you can take flight

If I've been holding on too tight

If I've been holding on

Mmm, oooh

Oooh, oooh, ooooh

Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance

You can't get struck by lightning

If your not standing in the rain

Take it as the truth

Or you can take it with a grain of salt

If it don't work out

You were in the shower

We were talking through the glass

Packing up your suitcase

You were humming to yourself

One day you were smiling

I could tell by how you sounded on the phone

You said "I'm coming home, babe"

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe

I'm thinking 'bout coming home

I'm thinking'bout coming home

I'm thinking 'bout coming home