out on the back porch
you say tonight
we bring our pocket
our pocket knives
you want to fight me
you want to fight
forgotten sense of me
saya saya
and in the backyard
into the night
we walk through fire
by candlelight
they want to fight me
they want to fight
forgotten sense of me
saya saya
and through the fire
we see the light
that no one's hiding
to save our lives
you want to love me
you've got to try
forgotten sense of me
saya saya
say you're me now
set your arms down