Someone's coming down the halls of my heaven

I could tell by the sound of the steps that you had been in the garden

Tomatoes and beans and scratched up knees in the summertime

I believe in everything we've got cooking tonight

Feeding the bonfire

You're always gonna rock my world

Clear as a coastline

Always coming into view

Like a barbeque in the hospital's new parking lot

In the barren clay we can grow forget-me-nots

All of the sauce that turned our tupperware orange-y red

Is watching over the house and all of the sauces ahead

Feeding the bonfire

You're always gonna rock my world

Clear as a coastline

Always coming into view

We never believed in such a thing as a shitty guitar

But even if the whole world slips under a shitty star

We would still be glowing so hard

Feeding the bonfire

You're always gonna rock my world

Clear as a coastline

Always coming into view