You scribed notes and you left them In the pages where I write my mind You're waiting out on the pavement You cross your fingers and you hold your breath You cross your fingers and you hold your breath And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close I'm making it obvious White knuckles in the passenger seat Late nights, long drives We end up on a hill We're laying up on the hill And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close Your love is a fire And I'll let it burn me up Your love is a fire And it's gonna burn me up And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close And I wish you'd come close