scene of the crime

there was a sense of danger, there was a sense of hope
that's when i felt her pull, she was at the end of my rope
she asked where i was going, did i have the time
then she took me to the scene of the crime
we sat out on a bus stop she shivered in the cold
she told me of her fall from grace, I was bought, man, i was sold
i wiped the lonely tear away, mixed with grease paint and grime
then she took me to the scene of the crime
in a lonely street, in a lonely heart
two bodies close together, still so far apart
she was as beautiful as ice, she was warm as the snow
it seems the things that you can't learn, that's cause you already know
she asked if she could kiss me, she asked me one more time
then she took me to the scene of the crime
there was a sense of hope that night, there was a sense of danger
like talking to the moon and stars or slow dancing with a stranger
i wonder where she is tonight, me i'm doing fine
but something leads me back, something calls me back, something pulls me back to the scene of the crime