The other night, a firefight 
Bursts of sewing machine gun fire 
From your postition 
Barricaded behind the piano 

I return with small arms 
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys 

And yet in the silence 
Between the volley 
The hearts of weary camps 
Sing to each other: 

"However faintly 
As we each seek to claim 
Disputed territory" 

The us beneath the other (x4)