A muffled battle cry across the kitchen table. A baffling contretemps. That shakes the day unstable. Confessions from the cab a habit. That I got from dad. The flurry of departure. In a cyclone of cologne. Would often devastate the gate and hedge. And set our tiny teeth on edge. I see it in me now and pledge. To knock it on the head that's what I'll do. A muffled battle cry across the kitchen table. Bridges up portcullis down. And round the tower of babel. I'm babbling in my dreams. Of blue berserkers coming at me. Eyes and tongues and rusty knives. And god almighty laughing at me. From a fat boy fishing chair. I wake to find you laughing there. It's nice to know how much you care. Decided I should spend my life with you. We protect our little fictions. Like it's all we are. Little wilderness mementos. But there's only you and me here. Fire breathing. Hold tight. Waiting for the original miracle. I'm trying to focus. On the issues of the day please. Your paper's upside down. The radio's in chinese. These little tremors. That are ripping through our rituals. That friction up the interaction. Emanate from quite the greatest. Thing that ever happened to. A pair of boozy bowerbirds. Like me and you. In other words. The alligator pear inside of you. We protect our little fictions. When we bow to fear. Little wilderness mementos. But there's only you and me here. Fire breathing. Hold tight. Waiting for the original miracle. Fire breathing. Hold tight. Life is the original miracle. Let's get old. Dare you now. Mix blood with me. All in. Love is the original miracle. Let's get old. Dare you now. Mix blood with me. All in. Love is the original miracle. Love is the original miracle