Having no one to love
Makes the heart so lonely
The loss of the pitter-patter
Heartbeat
And butterflies
The Cold War came
And wiped us off the map
Who would've thought
I'd die of a heart attack
When I had no heart at all?
Not really anyway
It was all mind over matter
And I dreamt of you
So what's it going to be?
Doors double locked
And knobby knees
Shaking like I used to
When I played you a song
I never called you by your name
It was never my tongue's to hold
But it was inside this empty heart
This busted bag of bones
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Having no one to love
Makes the heart so lonely
The loss of the pitter-patter
Heartbeat
And butterflies
The Cold War came
And wiped us off the map
Who would've thought
I'd die of a heart attack
When I had no heart at all?
Not really anyway
It was all mind over matter
And I dreamt of you
So what's it going to be?
Doors double locked
And knobby knees
Shaking like I used to
When I played you a song
I never called you by your name
It was never my tongue's to hold
But it was inside this empty heart
This busted bag of bones
