you've got a real good seesaw heart, darlin'
the kind that makes my stomach go up and down all day long
like it's fallin' and fallin', or
like it's been shot, or
like you've been shot.
i build things to see you protect them,
just like i build walls 'round my heart to protect
me. but you find a way to crash through 'em
(and i most certainly mean crash, 'cause i don't think
you know where you're going sometimes
but when you smile at me and let me see those hidden eyes
i can feel them walls
come fallin' down
one by one
by one).
you've got the good kinda heart, my friend. it's the kinda heart
that little kids come clamberin' to play on
like you got your arms wide open,
so that even though you may squeak 'cause you need an oilin'
or squawk 'cause somebody's not doing sommat right,
even then
they all know you love 'em
and me.