It's all fighting My sides are careening Boiling past the point At where she crashes Heard a tale of lore Body is a garden See the wrong after it's gone All along she's spitting Here comes the word so understanding And folding her up Spitfire Buring fingers that's branded into here Pass it off to the cut of glass, frozen flash She's just asking for what she won't say Here comes the world so understanding And sucking her Spitfire