If this room was burning
I wouldn't even notice
'Cause you've been taking up my mind
With your little white lies, little white lies
You say it's getting late, it's getting late
And you don't know if you can stay, if you can stay
But you, you don't tell the truth
No, you, you like playing games
Your hands touching me, they're touching me
And your eyes keep saying things they're saying what we do
When it's only me and you
I can't concentrate
That's all I'm thinking about
All I keep thinking about
Everything else just fades away