Dub-tub, dub-tub
Dub-dub-tub, dub-tub
The sound of some heart which got too close to another heart.
Peaceful sleep so far from the bed
Hanging by the window, ready to fly
The minute she tries to close her eyes.

No broken windscreen or shattered glasses
The sounds of an injured heart are very silent.
Slowly her legs hit the floor
The morning after he said good bye.

Twenty-four hours is still a day and the sun will still rise and set.
Oceans will roar and babies will be born
Creation will still speak of the Majestic God.
A broken heart she was never supposed to have
For heart was not made of glass.
Now she knows so her heart has turned elastic...