It’s all fighting    My sides are careening    Boiling past the point    At where she crashes       Heard a tale of lore    Body is a garden    See the wrong after it’s gone    All along she’s spitting    Here comes the word so understanding    And folding her up       Spitfire       Buring fingers that’s branded into here    Pass it off to the cut of glass, frozen flash    She’s just asking for what she won’t say    Here comes the world so understanding And sucking her       Spitfire