I think what it would be like to marry my man
And know that I can 
Touch him anytime I want 
And not live in the daydream haunt
Like a house that no one lives in 
When did it become about men and women
And the politics therein 
He calls me a bitch and I just look at him
Like the punk he is 
And the junk he’d kiss
If only he could get close enough 
Tells me that this is love
But we both live in a world on fire
And it never seems to tire
Of reminding us both
That we live by the coast
On a foreign shore 
If we think we love each other more 
Than the next pair 
And I stare 
At her hair 
As it flows over her shoulders
And its as though she could roll boulders
Away from the mouth of the tomb 
And I wonder if there would be room 
For me in that gigantic heart of hers
Lost in memories and what we were’s 
But it doesn’t bring them back
And the next country attack 
Us for what we represent 
How could hell be heaven sent 
If what they say is true
The proof is in the pudding, do you 
Eat it so you know it’s good
Or are you still lost in the wood
That seem to shelter your storm 
But the heat of the fire is still warm 
And it burns like your soul 
As it welds me back to whole
In our iron and wine
She looks into my eyes and I am fine 

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