BRITTLE HEART

Give me your brittle heart and your ashtray eyes, I'll give you carpet burns and a slanted life, And all that power and all that passion can be our's tonight Give me your brittle heart and I'll light a fire, I'll make an effigy from a lock of your hair, And all those cinders and all those embers can be ours to share And I'll take them all on and force down their doors, And I'll take them all on and walk through their walls, And I'll take them all on and crawl to your door and crawl to your door, Give me your brittle heart and your orphan's eyes, I'll give you carpet burns and antiseptic skies, And all that power and all that passion can be ours tonight, And I'll take them all on and force down their doors, And I'll take them all on and walk through their walls, And I'll take them all on and crawl to your door and crawl to your door, And I'll come to you like a ship to the shore, Like a paper plane that falls to the floor, And I'll take them all on and crawl to your door and crawl to your door, Give me your brittle heart Give me your brittle heart Give me your brittle heart and I'll light a fire light a fire Give me your brittle heart light a fire Give me your brittle heart light a fire