A blue stain like an old tattoo

The one that keeps on stalking you

The one that never saw it through

The one that never could be true

It’s the end of history, it’s just the start of yours

We all know just how he longed to win those wars

He can boast of battle scars but really nothing more

Cos in the end it’s all that he will have to settle for

When push comes to shove

You left that ghost out in the cold

His bed sheet yellowed, torn and old

His brazen howl don’t seem so bold

As all his fables frightfully unfold

His love worn like a medal, the pride of second place

But you wore it just like another slap across the face

Your mercy overturned by judge and jury in the case

As we all stood there in the light of your amazing grace

When push came to shove

A blue stain like an old tattoo

The one that keeps on stalking you

The one that never saw it through

The one that never could be true

When push came to shove

It wasn’t you that he was thinking of

The higher hand, the leather glove

Ruled by a law he couldn’t come above

When push comes to shove

In the end, it’s always about love