I'm gloved in a corner,
In a fight, in a trance
I stare at the towel on the rope of the ring

Thinking how I could beat my lover's deceit
Now where should I go?
But the sound of the bell sends Pavlov's fighter back in


She says, "Love aint easy to do?
That's what were fighting though

What else are we gonna do
Now, when I don't know where this could go
Four hands on an achor and

I'm strating to realize we'll never find the love
Never, never gonna find it all, all, all, all
Never, never gonna find it all


But the worst part is she is my life
And it gets so bad, the pain, these fights

Yet there's something that keeps me
Coming back and reaching
Out to touch and feel these gloves

In the center of a ring
In a room in a city that has no name
And I'll feel the same


She says, "Love aint easy to do?
That's what were fighting though

What else are we gonna do?"
Now, but I don't know where this could go
Four hands on an achor and

I'm starting to realize we'll never find the love

She says let love rule

Just let love rule
She says let love rule (let love rule)
We gotta let love rule

I say (love) If we let love rule (If you let love rule)
Then we let love take us to the places
That we never want to find and


She says, "Love aint easy to do?
That's what were fighting though

What else are we gonna do now?"
But I don't know where this could go
Four hands on an achor and

I'm starting to realize we'll never find the love
Whoa
We got four hands on an anchor

And I realize we'll never find the love
Whoa
We got four hands on an anchor

And I realize we'll never find the love

Never, never gonna find it all, gone, gone, gone

Never, never gonna find it all, gone, gone, gone
Never, never gonna find it all, gone, gone, gone...