i’m on your side

I’m on your side

of the battle

of the table

of the gun

babe

I’m on your side

in your colors

fighting till these

wars are won

and

I’m at your side

staying with you

on my knees

when you’re on yours

‘cause

I’m on your side

they can’t touch you

through me, like they

could before

Nothing can

stop the bleeding

like someone else’s hand

But

history keeps repeating

in every battle plan

Now

I’m on your side

of the ocean

of the city

of the bed

Since

I’m on your side

all the weight is

leaning this way

like you said

When

I’m on your side

closest to you

it don’t feel like

solid ground

If

I’m on your side

any longer

will this tipping

boat go down

And

Nothing can pull you under

like someone else’s hand

So

Doesn’t it make you wonder

why we don’t look for land