Some Racing, Some Stopping (Cd) - Headlights
I I I am a heart
That sits in your pocket and you can hear
Me at night when it's quiet
Quiet
Wouldn't it be sorta strange
If we could hear our hearts all beating at once
Some racing some stopping some skipping and dropping
While we're listening
And the faces wouldn't matter 'cause we'd know it
When it pattered
If you could hold hold hold
Your heart in your hand
Would no one demand
To know how you're feeling
'Cause you're showing it already
Take a breath it's getting heavy in here
With your heart on your sleeve there's
No secrets you can keep
With your heart on your sleeve there's
No secrets you can keep anymore
