I open my hands out to see what I've got, My days slip like coins into a slot they are gone; The shadows lie long. I've been banking on a broken machine Left unattended like most of my dreams; Rusted components of an unmarked song
We've been staring down the brilliant dream, The sun burns our eyes. We've been fighting for the love of our lives.
All around us things come apart, Broken pieces, broken hearts; Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing.
Person to person, nation to nation, Heels dug in, no communication. Wily time sneaks her weathering.
We've been waiting to be held by binding ties. We've been fighting for the love of our lives.
And when it breaks down, I beg you don't go. I circle your ship, I'm ready to blow. I try to outflank you with an army of words, I strategize. I am fighting for the love of my life.
Iron, water, oxygen, scotch and soda or any combination Starts the reaction. Is there no mastermind of modern day who can blueprint A plan to make love stay Sturdy and weatherproof, ushering in a new revolution?
At the drawing board the hopeful ones still try. How can we help it when we're fighting for the love of our lives?