Uppruna tekstur - Enskt - Black heart inertia

Walking alone tonight
‘Cause I’ve only got room for two
Me and my burdened black heart
It’s all we know how to do

Yet I look for a bigger bang
Than the kind I continually see
Sick of all this inertia ow
Won’t you mend me?


A black heart pollutes me
And I think

Not to conquer, but to share in the view

Pulled by a false inertia
Pushed out by circumstance
Pistol firing at my feet
That’s coercing me to dance