Cold misty evening I watched you walking up the path Up to a front door Your footsteps in the grass We've been here before You out there while I'm stuck in here Looking out from the bedroom With a crack in the glass So, Priscilla, this is a warning Trying to tell us this is war No goodbyes and no time for mourning Now we'll see what this love is for I believe in springtime I believe in dead leaves in the wind And I know that endings Are the best place to begin But when I watched you coming And I saw you brush up against the ferns All I could think of was If they are wet will they ever burn? So, Priscilla, this is a warning Trying to tell us this is war No goodbyes and no time for mourning Now we'll see what this love is for What's it for? What's it for? What's it for? And there in the blue moonlight You stopped and turned toward the ocean And you were so still standing I wondered if you would ever tuned around Cold misty evening I watched you walking up the path Up to a front door Your footsteps in the grass I could see you thinking And I had a notion that wasn't good But you put your boot on the first step And I could hear the creek in the wood So, Priscilla, this is a warning Trying to tell us this is war No goodbyes and no time for mourning Now we'll see what this love is for What's it for? What's it for? What's it for? So, Priscilla, this is a warning (what's it for?) Trying to tell us this is war (what's it for?) No goodbyes and no time for mourning (what's it for?) Now we'll see what this love is for So, Priscilla, this is a warning (what's it for?) Trying to tell us this is war (what's it for?) No goodbyes and no time for mourning (what's it for?) Now we'll see what this love is for