The sea's real noisy now The fire's real noisy, too The shadows make noise when they move along the red brick walls And I'm noisy, too, when you move into me I fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep and wake up And fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep again I wait for the day to kick in but it takes its time The waves are loud And from far away I see car lights and it freaks me out So I put the gun next to my pillow and then I'm able to sleep And I dream that the waves had taken our car away I can hear it smashing against the rocks, I can see it floating in the water Like a big dead whale. The shooting The biting The shooting The biting It's not called love, it's called fighting. The shooting The biting The shooting The biting It's not called love, it's called fighting. And now I will write the morning in, So I can see your face again Only for that reason Only for that reason, Only for that reason Only for that reason Because if it was up to me This night could last a long long long long long long time. The shooting The biting The shooting The biting It's not called love, it's called fighting. The shooting The biting The shooting The biting It's not called love, it's called fighting. (The shooting, the biting, the shooting, the biting) The shooting The biting The shooting The biting It's not called love (The shooting) (The biting) (The shooting) (The biting) (The shooting) (The biting) (The shooting) It's not called love It's called war.