Breath, the streets without a name
These burning clouds don't always look the same
Midnight moon, you are my thunder, I am the glass in which you under
Still I keep falling on, babe
I am losing my self in you
This old heart breaking off
My hand, you know I hold it
Ah, this old heart, this old heart
Stay one thousand passing days
I'll see you break, the jealousy elates
Wanting pay and close to timber
You are all that I remember
Still I keep falling on, babe
I am losing my self in you
This old heart breaking off
My hand, you know I hold it
Ah, this old heart, this old heart
I am losing my self in you
This old heart breaking off
My hand, you know I hold it
Ah, this old heart, this old heart
This old heart, this old heart