Orange Ball of Love

When I catch sight of your face

And the late light falling on it

I feel scared and I scope the area out for a good place

to hide

When I feel the way your fingers

Wiggle in my palm

I feel warm and I feel good inside

And I know that you're wearing a wire

But as the sun becomes a blazing orange ball of fire

I lose interest in this and other such inconsequential

questions

When you kick off your shoes

And I see the wet grass give way underneath your feet

And the sunset rears up once more to its burial ground

Well, you look so sweet

And I know you'll be turning me in

But I also know your real name's not amy lynn

And as the orange globe rears up to swallow us, too,

I see you look at me and figure out what I know about you

Well, I'm not telling

I'm not telling you anything