Tekster: Edie Carey. When I Was Made. Open Wide.

Is it giving in when you hold her?
Are you rationing a kiss
While you estimate the damage it does?
Do you retreat when she looks happy?
Is it still a crime to be content?
Do you rein in a smile before it can spread?

If I drove by your house tonight,
What would I find?
Would all the lights be on?
Would all your doors be open wide?

Do you economize with compliments?
Do you let her catch you when you stare?
Do you push, then pull, let her push, then pull again?
Are you chalking in your borders?
Hosing them down again at night?
Do you issue the same dark warning?

If I drove by your house tonight,
What would I find?
Would all your lights be on?
Would all your doors be open wide?

And does it come easy now?
Does it spill out?
And did she crack you open somehow?

If I drove by your house tonight,
What would I find?
Would all your lights be on?
Would all your doors be open wide?
Would all your lights be on?
Would all your doors be open?
Would all your lights be on?
Would all your doors be open wide?