Cold misty evening 
 I watched you walking up the path 
 up to the front door
 your footsteps in the grass
 We've been here before 
 you out there while I'm stuck in here
 looking out from the bedroom 
 with a crack in the glass
 So, Priscilla this is a warning 
 trying to tell this is a war
 No goodbyes and no time for mourning
 Now we'll see what see what this love is for
 I believe in springtime
 I believe in dead leaves in the wind 
 and I know that endings 
 are the best place to begin 
 But when I watched you coming 
 and I saw you brush up against the ferns
 All i could think was
 if they're wet will they ever burn? 
 So, Priscilla this is a warning 
 trying to tell this is a war
 No goodbyes and no time for mourning
 Now we'll see what see what this love is for
 What's it for? 
 What's it for? 
 What's it for? 
 And there in the blue moonlight
 you stopped and turned toward the ocean 
 And you were so still standing 
 I wondered if you would ever tuned around 
 Cold misty evening 
 I watched you walking up the path 
 up to the front door
 your footsteps in the grass
 I could see you thinking 
 and I had a notion that that wasn't good 
 but you put your boot on the first step 
 and I could hear the creak in the wood
 So, Priscilla this is a warning 
 trying to tell this is a war
 No goodbyes and no time for mourning
 Now we'll see what see what this love is for
 What's it for? 
 What's it for? 
 What's it for? 
 So, Priscilla this is a warning 
 trying to tell this is a war
 No goodbyes and no time for mourning
 Now we'll see what see what this love is for
 So, Priscilla this is a warning 
 trying to tell this is a war
 No goodbyes and no time for mourning
 Now we'll see what see what this love is for