Cobbled From Dust

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 caused long ago

I watch you bite my legs off
I humbly dropped my gloves off to fight, thats sane
You cant 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
Were destined to get swallowed whole
So Id 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