Let my knees sink into ocean blues
Where the sea’s grasp at my heavens
When the skies overcast tells blackened truths
With my swimless sinless desires pooling
Call her pretty in this dying city
Oh, heart break city, how I’m packing my bags
And, I just feel so alive
That’s the only time we ever feel anything but, sad wanting to die
So, turn down the Sinatra
Hear the scratch of the record player
As we dance at 3 in the morning
Oh, heart break city, we’re packing our bags, cause we’re stressed out
And we’re taking the first flight out
Just to find ourselves driving back
Oh, heart break city, heart throbs and heart stops
Full of fragile hearts, but we’re just not that broken