The Landlord or the Guest

 



 

I DROVE BY YOUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT

I drove by your house last night
Saw your lights were on
I drove by your house last night
Shadows on the lawn
I wanted to be inside
To open up the door
But I could only drive away
I donít live there no more

Tossed and turned alone all night
Thinking about you
Tossed and turned alone all night
Like I usually do
I wanted to feel your love
Laying next to me
But youíve become a phantom dream
Youíre not reality

Itís cold in here
Itís cold in here
Thereís a burniní fire
But itís cold in here

I looked at old photographs
Seemed like yesterday
I looked at old photographs
Took my breath away
You and me so long ago
With true smiles in our eyes
Itís funny in an awful way
How such a sweet love dies

Itís cold in here
Itís cold in here
Thereís a burniní fire
But itís cold in here

I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed
Til I pushed you away
If I could go back in time
I would leave today

 

 

 Words and music by Bill Mumy
© So Boss Music  Ascap