She likes to lay under the covers, oh
Pretend that everywhere's our home
Keeps me warm right to my very soul
We get so tangled up, it's hard to know
What is hers and what's my own
Vines at the bottom of an olive grove
I've frozen all my desire
Covered up in virgin snow
But when I stand beside her
She burns, yeah, she burns
Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks
And I'm burning, I'm burning
I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts
I'm melting darling and I can't let go
I'm melting darling and I can't let go
I'm melting darling and I can't let go