Burning House Of Love

drive by my house late at night you can see from the freeway above no silhouette, but a light left on burning there for love smoke is rising from the fire coming out my back door i'm inside, sound asleep cigarette on the floor burning there for love well i can still remember a couple of years ago when the smoke and flame called my name it was a burning house of love that rusty nail over our front door is where i hung our tears in the rain i threw that horseshoe into the weeds to see what luck can bring