When i catch sight of your face
And the late light falling on it
I feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide
When i feel the way your fingers
Wiggle in my palm
I feel warm and i feel good inside

And i know that you're wearing a wire
But as the sun becomes a blazing orange ball of fire
I lose interest in this and other such inconsequential questions

When you kick off your shoes
And i see the wet grass give way underneath your feet
And the sunset rears up once more to its burial ground
Well, you look so sweet

And i know you'll be turning me in
But i also know your real name's not amy lynn
And as the orange globe rears up to swallow us, too,
I see you look at me and figure out what i know about you
Well, i'm not telling
I'm not telling you anything