Hammering Heart (Live 2014)

This is called Hammering Heart

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 'til I've chosen one
And 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

And 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

And 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 can't cross this Grand Canyon at all
And I suppose that it grows like a tumour, spreads like a rumour, like the grass grows an 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