The mud

Our House is so big,
I'll never find my place in it.
And I'm always poking around
for a way out.

I want to walk through the mud with you.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.

You go first, and I'll catch up.
There's a closet to creep in.
It's a little runaway, they left it in me.
From a rush and a leap and a lie.

You were always good, babe, until now.
But I still take in love and I give love.
Book a narrow tunnel back home.
I see what ails you.

I want to walk through the mud with you.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.

(bridge)

I want
I want
I want
I want to walk through the mud with you.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter.

Our house is so small,
I'll never find my place at all.