love lives in a dustbin behind the garden wall
You have to grovel on the ground
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:
Her heart speaks to me; says
the room the room the room
and I suppose that it beats for me
Like a hammering moon pulling
Suppose she says that she owes me
All that she owns and all that she is
It seems to me I suppose that
So suppose love lives in a mansion
How the hell do I get over the wall?
stretched the right tension
I won't cross this grand canyon at all.
And I suppose that it grows like a tumor,
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:
