You were burning up again, I could see it in your face
You talk with your shoulders, my friend
When you quote your favorite phrases
I’d never noticed quite how much beforehand
We made a choir by gently bowing empty cans
And stayed 'til the room wouldn’t behave itself

What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?
What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?

So you buried me in notes; I just wanted the clocks to stop
To extol everything you wrote
But I knew I couldn’t drop a hint
When the sun blinked a red reminder on our hands
If we stay it’ll never be the same again

What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?
What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?

There’s something you need to know
As we sleepwalk into this unexpectedly slow
As you tilt your head and fix me with a ‘see you soon’
I’m not sure, but I think you must have hung the moon

What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?
What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?
What would you want with someone who’s only in love with the idea of you?
Burning up again?