Drive by my house late at night,
you can see it from the freeway above,
No silhouette, but a light left on,
burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.
Smoke is risin' from the black,
comin' out my back door.
I'm inside, sound asleep, a cigarette on the floor,
burnin' there for love, burnin' there for love.
Well, I can still remember a couple of years ago,
when the smoke and flame from our name,
was a burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love.
a burnin' house of love...
Burnin' house of love, burnin' house of love.
The rusty nail over our front door,
is where I hung our tears in the rain.
I threw that horseshoe into the weeds,
I seen what love can bring, I seen what love can bring.
Now you're in your bed and I'm in mine,
on either side of town;
I think I might take a little ride,
and burn your love house down,
like a burnin' house of love, a burnin' house of love.
Burnin' house of love.
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