Hammering Heart

<br>I suppose love lives in a dustbin behind the garden wall<br><br>You have to grovel on the ground and be pretty disgusting<br><br>To find it at all<br><br>And I suppose that it grows on you<br><br>Standing there with no clothes on,<br><br>And I suppose because theres beautiful girls in this town<br><br>Ill stay here till Ive chosen one.<br><br>I suppose lifes like a hunt, really: the hounds have fun<br><br>Until the fox gets bagged<br><br>And not one girl in this town will ever fall in love with me:<br><br>Theyll get dragged.<br><br><br><br>Her heart speaks to me; says the room the room the room<br><br>Beneath her dress, and I suppose that it beats for me<br><br>Like a hammering moon pulling tides through her chest<br><br>Suppose she says that she owes me<br><br>All that she owns and all that she is<br><br>It seems to me I suppose that her hearts not enough<br><br>And her love is a swizz.<br><br><br><br>So suppose love lives in a mansion<br><br>How the hell do I get over the wall? <br><br>And if my ropes not stretched the right tension<br><br>I wont cross this grand canyon at all.<br><br>And I suppose that it grows like a tumor, spreads like a rumor<br><br>Like the grass grows and inch every day<br><br>And I suppose that before I even know it, the tide will start flowing<br><br>And the drum beneath my jacket will say:<br><br><br><br>You know you need her everyday<br><br>She is the moon and she showed me her face<br><br>She is the house and she opened the gates