I wanna fix your heart, I brought along some glue, we could patch it up.
It shouldn't be in two, and the stars are beautiful,
but they pale like a lover's lie next to your eyes.
If we could just pack up and leave here,
I'm tired of this place,
why do we both still live here anyway (nothing left inside),
and I'm tired of excuses, I wanna feel alive,
I'm tired of always wanting all the time.
I wanna kiss your mouth, I wanna hang the moon,
I wanna build a plane and fly away with you.
But your heart is beautiful, and it beats a lullaby for you and I.
What if we just leave here in April or today,
why do we both still live here anyway (nothing left inside),
and I'm tired of excuses, I wanna feel alive,
I'm tired of always wanting all the time.
