Feet on Fire

Looking in windows of Homes that aren't mine Judging their choices as if they were mine Cherry red lampshades and 70s blinds Looking for inspiration or maybe a sign How sweet it would be How fragile and clean A place we could be Together How bittersweet Our wandering feet On fire Together Looking ahead is so clear to me now All of my choices with you at the bow Early red mornings turn indigo blue I see every colour when I'm running with you How sweet it would be How fragile and clean A place we could be Together How bittersweet Our wandering feet On fire Together