She says her body's out of place
And everyone's gone to L.A.
And there's a sudden empty space between her fingers and her ears
And it's a sudden change of pace
And that old desire for grace
When she sleeps and when she wakes, there's nothing there
To put out these tiny fires
In her veins
And it's strange, strange, strange, it's strange
How they never go away
Well he came from Mexico
With no clue which way to go
But something felt like home in all the snow and all the cold
With two knees that wouldn't bend
And a mind that wouldn't mend
And he wants to put an end to summer heat
And put out these tiny fires
In his veins
And it's strange, strange, strange, it's strange
How they never go away
These tiny fires in his veins
And they wait, wait, wait, they wait
But they never go away
These tiny fires in their veins