05 November, 2009

Eat Your Heart Up

My heart is like a savage, it's starving out and hiding low. It sees a chance and strikes and drives its kill back underground to gorge. Oh oh oh, my heart, I've held you high off the ground. Lately you're telling me you want to be let down and you could walk around in the world with me. Oh oh oh, my heart, where would we start, what would we do? And what would people think when they saw me out with you?

--The Blow

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