歌词
When I allow myself the guilty pleasure of
Seeing what I can conjure up
What nightmare I can create
Love the way it hurts so good
Thinking of our neighborhood
All that I'd have to replace
My feet like cement at the piano
And you at Yellowstone
You'd become a park ranger
A few years just to cope
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That we won't go down that road
Ask in earnest 'would I leave'
See my lovers in your dreams
Self-fulfilling prophecy
You're the only one I want
Twisted up in every thought
Oh to love with such high stakes
My feet like cement at the piano
And you at Yellowstone
You'd become a park ranger
A few years just to cope
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That we won't go down that road
On your couch in December
Crying at that show
Didn't have to explain it
One look and we just know
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That you know where this will go