Orange Ball of Love

When i catch sight of your face
 And the late light falling on it
 I feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide
 When i feel the way your fingers
 Wiggle in my palm
 I feel warm and i feel good inside
 And i know that you're wearing a wire
 But as the sun becomes a blazing orange ball of fire
 I lose interest in this and other such inconsequential questions
 When you kick off your shoes
 And i see the wet grass give way underneath your feet
 And the sunset rears up once more to its burial ground
 Well, you look so sweet
 And i know you'll be turning me in
 But i also know your real name's not amy lynn
 And as the orange globe rears up to swallow us, too,
 I see you look at me and figure out what i know about you
 Well, i'm not telling
 I'm not telling you anything