bite wants to sink into trouble   in the dumb-side of your heart   like a fiend reaching for you   it's just inches from your war   run to live under mirrors   taste the sunspots of your words   like a pen leads to something   you leave behind      now here's your chance   you've been running around   like a porter      eyes love to sink in your trouble   in the front side of your words   like a blink thinking for you   cause you're chewing up the world   like a dead wind up hero   leads to some kind of war   in your head   like a fishbowl   i can see you hide      now here's your chance   you've been running around   like a porter      give in this gut of mine   you're what comes to mind   don't you wander off