Hammering Heart - 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