It isn’t cold, but I could use a coat
Or the weight of the man
Who says he loves me the most

I wasn’t used to being someone’s guest
I missed what I missed
And you said you’d tell me the rest

There’s something in the air 
It happens when we feed the ghost
And then it always feels the same
When love is the game
I hear you coming ‘round again

I think of Romeo and Juliet
They died for a love 
That would have died anyway

Though I know better what it means to run
Still the question looks out
On a coyote hunting the sun

There’s something to the care
We fraction out when someone’s there
But then again every time
Love’s on the line
I hear you coming ‘round again

Every time
Love’s on the line
I hear you coming ‘round again