And it's my whole heart. Weighted and measured inside. And it's an old scar. Trying to bleach it out. And it's my whole heart. Deemed and delivered a crime.
I was born in a big grey cloud. Screaming out a love song. All the broken chords and unnamed cries. What a place to come from. . I wish to remain nameless.
You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed. You are the silence in between what I thought and what I said. You are the night time fear, you are the morning when it's clear.
Between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign we decided to get hurt. Now, there's a few things we have to burn. Set our hearts ablaze, and every city was a gift.
Ohhh (oh, oh, oh, oh). Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Ohhh (oh, oh, oh, oh). Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. . I was looking for a breath of life. For a little touch of heavenly light.
And the heart is hard to translate. It has a language of its own. It talks in tongues and quiet sighs. And prayers and proclamations. In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures.