It's a trip on the side of a sliding mountain
A life too sharp to be taken in hands
He held his heart like a fan
His fingers like a towel
The fighting champ bruised and hurt
Down to the bone
I'll take you as you are. Come and sing
We belong.
Up the mountain, on the side. Where the souvenirs fall
There where I throw my stones
I lie and look
Up
One day my hands like burning fists
Will fly
Through the sky
And land on your doorstep
My fingers
Will snap
They'll play. The tune
My fingers will wipe. The tears off your face
You chose him and you can
You said yes. Understood
But lord oh beauty. Look at my moves and my eyes
I ain't battling no flies
I'm a proper fighter. With a proper name
And lord oh beauty. My hands and my fingers
Will slip slide down your hair
Tell him to sleep
I'm here for now