Behind the window,
Inside the house,
Flames lick at the walls.

Somehow you see the glass
Glowing in flame,
When no one else does.

Id let you in,
Maybe you could help,
But darling,
Im afraid the smoke might suffocate you too.

Others start to notice the heat,
But its too late.
The fire killed the beautiful house.

And all thats left
Is the memories
And the words that could never escape your lips.