Cobbled From Dust - The Acorn

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