Lyric

I found your key in a sugar bowl

By the stove with the chipped gold rim

You said, "Baby, follow the map"

But the map was a paper trim

At the bend by the ginger fence

You were grinnin' like a crooked saint

I took one step, then two, then none

'Cause your sweet talk was a painted bait

Mm, you had my name

On a county line

Then you folded the road

Like a cheap white lie

Caramel keys, open me slow

Caramel keys

Sweet as sin, where you gonna go?

Caramel keys

Broken maps and a velvet trap

I keep comin' back, I keep comin' back

Your house was made of peach tea steam

And windows like a stage card deck

You kept a jar of shiny rules

With every door marked "pay your debt"

I traced that maze with a laugh so dry

While the catfish moon sat high and mean

You kissed the doubt right off my lips

Then hid the exit in a seam

Mm, you had my coat

And my good luck too

Every road I knew

Turned around for you

Caramel keys, open me slow

Caramel keys

Sweet as sin, where you gonna go?

Caramel keys

Broken maps and a velvet trap

I keep comin' back, I keep comin' back

Tell me, darling, is this your joke?

A sugar gate with a rusted post

I got a heart like a pocket watch

Tickin' loud when it wants you most

Clarinet cries, then the trumpet sneers

Piano dances in a crooked lane

If I get lost, let me stay a while

In your sweet and terrible game

Caramel keys, open me slow

Caramel keys

Sweet as sin, where you gonna go?

Caramel keys

Broken maps and a velvet trap

I keep comin' back, I keep comin' back

Call me foolish, call me free

I still hear that little click

Caramel keys in a broken door

And I love the way they stick