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