Compass

You ask me to uncross my fingers, That's a risk I won't take now You make sure my shoulders stay covered I'm making sure my sweater falls down There's something about the empty streets in this town, The stories those dead ends tell There's something about midnight hiding out, Kissing in the snow in the middle of the road My foot punched through the floor of an abandoned house, That's how your adoration felt Whipped cream on the balcony, I don't remember anything On top of a grave in the cemetery, I don't remember anything My heart skips a beat, you're charged with electricity I can feel magnetism when it's pulling me I know what the sun feels like I toil endlessly under the moon If love could be just, if anything is true I won't need a compass to guide me back to you