I'd hate to arrest you for treason
But it is the season for grieving
And me in my innocence
Likes to fall asleep on your sofa
But before I met you
I'd often lie awake for hours
Rolling on my living room floor
I'd trace the waterfall's indiscretions
Now I compose poems made of fire
And we make love on a pyre
And even though I'm not a pirate
I’d steal your heart in a second
Though I know that you've had mine
From the moment I first saw you smiling