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