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
