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 soars 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