Trees on fire with the first fall’s frost
Long black line in front of Holy Cross
Blood moon risin’ in a sky of black dust
Tell me Baby who do you trust?
The fuse is burning
Shut out the lights
The fuse is burning
Come on let me do you right

Tires on the highway hissin’ that something’s coming
You can feel the wires in the tree tops hummin’
Devil’s on the horizon line
Your skin and I’m alive

Quiet afternoon in the empty house
On the edge of the bed you slip off your blouse
The room is burning with the noon sun
Your bittersweet taste on my tongue
The fuse is burning
Shut out the lights
The fuse is burning
Come on let me do you right