House on Fire

Indian summer, end of September
It was so damn hot, don't you remember
Just you and me and a hundred degrees
Playin with the birds and the bees
Watched the stars from the box of your truck
Boy it was nice to watch the sun come up
You drove me home but ya never made it to work
And I'm still wearin your shirt

We get it on like a house on fire
We burn it down with the devil's desire
Maybe I'm just preachin to my own little choir
But I'm burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire

It's so damn cold up here in November
In this little town in Northern Alberta
It's been quiet, I've been alone, chilled to the bone
Countin down the days til you come home
I'm tired of pacin round this kitchen floor
Wearin down the varnish and watchin the front door
I'm done with cold showers and all this self controll
Babe I think I'm gonna explode

We get it on like a house on fire
We burn it down with the devil's desire
Maybe I'm just preachin to my own little choir
But I'm burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire

Higher, oh take me higher yeah
Higher, take me higher yeah

We get it on like a house on fire
We burn it down with the devil's desire
Maybe I'm just preachin to my own little choir
But I'm burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire

Burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire
Burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire
Burnin up, burnin up, burnin up like a house on fire