Your House

Right around six or something

There I was

Barefoot in the street

Where I thought I'd

Float through your door

And I'd

I'd been there before

But I ain't, so

Oh, love

I'm going nowhere, you won't find me

Maybe I sold love

For what it's worth on the street

Said, "Oh, love

There ain't a sharp enough knife

To cut me out of your life

I'm going to your house tonight"

And there's gold in the sky

City, we tried

Shining east of your face

Thought you'd aim at her gates

Though there's nothing to say

But I aim

Or, oh, love

I'm going nowhere, you won't find me

Maybe I sold love

For what it's worth on the street

Said, "Oh, love

There ain't a sharp enough knife

To cut me out of your life

Who's going to your house tonight?"

I'm leaving everything to you

So save me the trouble

As you're sliding into view

Save me the trouble

Oh, love

I'm going nowhere, you won't find me

Maybe I sold love

For what it's worth on the street

Said, "Oh, love

There ain't a sharp enough knife

To cut me out of your life

Who's going to your house tonight?"

Who's going to your house tonight?

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Who's going to your house tonight?

Tonight, tonight, tonight