Wild in the mirror, your hair in a blizzard, your light-swallowing snowdrift skin... Cry out the fluttering words of a covenant: "Never let another lover in." Nobody owns you tonight. No one but I, and the falling stars. In the forges of my heart. In the forges of my heart. You know that's where you are: in a story still forming. Write the oblivion town you were living in a light-swallowing fond farewell. Climb in the limousine, high as you've ever been. Have another, swear I'll never tell. Float out alone with me, on a red wine sea, in the naked dark. Nobody owns you tonight. No man but I, and the falling stars. In the forges of my heart. In the forges of my heart. You know that's where you are: in a story still forming. In the forges of my heart. In the forges of my heart. You know that's where you are: in a story. In a story.
If you analyse the life you lead, you'll never find the wild beneath the anodyne: that secret deep where words waterfall and bloom. If you just breathe... You'll be going nova soon. Pouring like smoke through the night, and down the avenues of your teens, that you'll dream back to life. If you analyse the lines you read, you'll never find what lies between. Oh, never mind, that truth'll keep 'til you're ready for the canyon view: for beauty and grief. Just breathe. Just breathe. You'll be going nova soon. Through the night, and down the avenues. You'll be going nova soon. Pouring like smoke through the night, and down the avenues of your teens, that you'll dream back to life.
