My cardboard heart and theories of personality
Are telling me now
You've got to recollect your fractures
Me? I write them on the back of my hands
Heater
I hear the youth in your voice
I hear the beauty too
My love, my Love
Is bigger than evolution
Bigger than all your truths
There are no more cerebral sundowns
They're all dead now
Heater
I hear the youth in your voice
I hear the beauty too
My love, my Love
Is bigger than evolution
Bigger than all your truths