she's closing her door on the entire world
and giving one single soul the key
she's drawing a map with her awkward left hand
and sending a bottle on the sea
she knows he knows
their way is one of fire, of heat
he knows she knows
that one and one will always make three
she's swimming away from a wayward past
toward a place she's never even seen
behind her locked door, in her 4-walled world
in the ecstasy and freedom of dreams
she knows he knows
their way is one of fire, of heat
he knows she knows
that one and one will always make three
