Desire House

Once I closed the door
And the night became serious
I breathed the air like it was water
I closed the door and I wondered more
About where I might go to be a drama
It's not everyday that I can be
As serious as an opera death
It's a cold, cold memory that burns
It follows me, it's taunting
Her pretty face still haunting
My endeavor is so daunting
I stop
I look back at the house
It looks like it was made by no one
Except you and me
So, say you can't see
Between the closed doors and windows
It is open
It is on fire, full of desire
Thoughts of you are taunting
Dreams of you, haunting
My love for you is daunting
And I never stop

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