Walked in the front door Turned on the bright lights Knew you were coming over Fall asleep, you're on my sofa And we're not talking any more My tall tiny house Waiting like trees that grow up And drop their red leaves We used to turn over tables Savor the city shining through Laced curtains tied tight Our ideas of up all night And all our talk of fables Blue brick prison house Sad like children that grow up Yet in love believe