The sea's real noisy now
The fire's real noisy, too
The shadows make noise when they move along the red brick walls
And I'm noisy, too, when you move into me
I fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep and wake up
And fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep again
I wait for the day to kick in but it takes its time
The waves are loud
And from far away I see car lights and it freaks me out
So I put the gun next to my pillow and then I'm able to sleep
And I dream that the waves had taken our car away
I can hear it smashing against the rocks, I can see it floating in the water
Like a big dead whale.
The shooting
The biting
The shooting
The biting
It's not called love, it's called fighting.
The shooting
The biting
The shooting
The biting
It's not called love, it's called fighting.
And now I will write the morning in,
So I can see your face again
Only for that reason
Only for that reason,
Only for that reason
Only for that reason
Because if it was up to me
This night could last a long long long long long long time.
The shooting
The biting
The shooting
The biting
It's not called love, it's called fighting.
The shooting
The biting
The shooting
The biting
It's not called love, it's called fighting.
(The shooting, the biting, the shooting, the biting)
The shooting
The biting
The shooting
The biting
It's not called love
(The shooting)
(The biting)
(The shooting)
(The biting)
(The shooting)
(The biting)
(The shooting)
It's not called love
It's called war.