Hammering Heart Lyrics

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