Here it is against my belly The sum of all your solid parts I soak you up and let you fuel my follies The same events were cuased long ago I watch you bite my legs off I humbly dropped my gloves off to fight; That's sane? You can't understand the clouds above your head But they stir your heart Here again, a simple verse It echoes love on through the wind and wires Or the ring of the phone We're destined to get swallowed whole So I'd rather not stay home tonight Cause what we want is here In the face of the fight Yeah what we want is here In the fact of the fight