Hammering Heart — текст песни (Del Amitri)

I suppose love lives in a dustbin behind the garden wall

You have to grovel on the ground and be pretty disgusting

To find it at all

And I suppose that it grows on you

Standing there with no clothes on,

And I suppose because theres beautiful girls in this town

Ill stay here till Ive chosen one.

I suppose lifes like a hunt, really: the hounds have fun

Until the fox gets bagged

And not one girl in this town will ever fall in love with me:

Theyll get dragged.



Her heart speaks to me; says the room the room the room

Beneath her dress, and I suppose that it beats for me

Like a hammering moon pulling tides through her chest

Suppose she says that she owes me

All that she owns and all that she is

It seems to me I suppose that her hearts not enough

And her love is a swizz.



So suppose love lives in a mansion

How the hell do I get over the wall?

And if my ropes not stretched the right tension

I wont cross this grand canyon at all.

And I suppose that it grows like a tumor, spreads like a rumor

Like the grass grows and inch every day

And I suppose that before I even know it, the tide will start flowing

And the drum beneath my jacket will say:



You know you need her everyday

She is the moon and she showed me her face

She is the house and she opened the gates