I open my hands up to see what I’ve got   My days slip like coins into a slot they are gone   And the shadows lie long   I’ve been banking on a broken machine, left unattended like most of my dreams   Rusty components of an unmarked song   We’ve been staring down the brilliant dream, the sun burns our eyes   We’ve been fighting for the love of our lives      All around us things come apart, broken pieces and broken hearts   Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing   Person to person, nation to nation, heals the gate of communication   While its time the time sneaks her weathering   We’ve been wanting to be held by binding ties   We’ve been fighting for the love of our lives      And when it breaks down I beg you don’t go   I sickle your ship I’m ready to blow   I try to out think you with an army of words   I strategize; I am fighting for the love of my life   Iron, water, oxygen, scotch and soda or any combination starts the reaction   Is there no mastermind of modern day    Who can blueprint a plan to make love stay sturdy and weatherproof, ushering in a new revolution   At the drawing board the hopeful ones still try   How can we help it when we’re fighting for the love of our lives