I don’t fight
Never liked drama in my life
Sometimes I flight
I believe
We can find ways to understand
Heart on my sleeve
You’ve got the sweetest way of lifting me up
I’ve never stood so tall
But you’ve got the coldest way of bringing me down
With no words at all
So I’ll stand out in the road till we’re at peace again
I’ll run the taxi meter till we’re home and then
As you pick up your weapon in the argument
I’ll lay mine down but white flags on the door frame