Well I met her when the phones were just for calling
And I didn’t really mean to break her heart.
She didn’t ask for love, ‘cause it’d been stolen,
She took my hand and led me through the dark.
Her heart was made of gold while my was aching,
She had her chest all healed, but mine was breaking.
I said:
“Oh I wish I knew which way you have been going,
‘Cause everybody else, they look the same.
This old black heart of mine ain’t gonna stop it,
The voice in it been calling out your name”.
It feels I’m jumping right into cold
water,
And though I’ve jumped a hundred times before,
This one has made it feel a little
colder,
For me to come back faster to the
shore.
I said:
“Oh I wish I knew which way you have been going,
‘Cause everybody else, they look the same.
This old black heart of mine ain’t gonna stop it,
The voice in it been calling out your name”.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Well I met her when the phones were just for calling
And I didn’t really mean to break her heart.
She didn’t ask for love, ‘cause it’d been stolen,
She took my hand and led me through the dark.
Her heart was made of gold while my was aching,
She had her chest all healed, but mine was breaking.
I said:
“Oh I wish I knew which way you have been going,
‘Cause everybody else, they look the same.
This old black heart of mine ain’t gonna stop it,
The voice in it been calling out your name”.
It feels I’m jumping right into cold
water,
And though I’ve jumped a hundred times before,
This one has made it feel a little
colder,
For me to come back faster to the
shore.
I said:
“Oh I wish I knew which way you have been going,
‘Cause everybody else, they look the same.
This old black heart of mine ain’t gonna stop it,
The voice in it been calling out your name”.
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