You’re a wandering man, I'm a wayward girl
The gun in your hands don’t scare me off
I like the heat from the flames that you throw
Brushing my skin, willing me on

One day you’ll be mine to keep
I’ll rest my head on your chest
And listen to you breathe

So I pack up my bags and I move down the stairs
Cross the hall, through the door, cross the garden
I climb the fence into the forest
It’s dark but I know where to go
I’ll feel my way through it
My feet are strong, they’ll carry on, my hands able
I’ll reach them out and watch them
Catch them falling stars

Then you will be mine to keep
I’ll rest my head on your chest
And listen to you breathe