[00:29.24]I've drunk too much, to belong to you
[00:34.49]Feel so much older, but I'm only 22
[00:39.24]She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street
[00:45.25]She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheet
[00:50.50]She took me to a hotel where she watches the evenings end
[00:55.74]Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend
[01:01.00]Two tortured souls digging a hole,
[01:07.50]when we need to cry
[01:10.24]I wish I had your heart instead of mine,
[01:19.49]instead of mine
[01:26.50]I took a nightbus down to the park
[01:31.74]I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
[01:37.00]He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
[01:42.51]He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
[01:47.74]Two tortured souls digging a hole,
[01:54.24]when we need to cry
[01:56.99]I wish I had your heart instead of mine
[02:16.04]Drunk too much to belong to you
[02:21.53]I look up all the people to help me make it through
[02:27.03]Everyone is an artist, and they've all got things to say
[02:32.27]They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say
[02:37.03]Just as night follows day,
[02:41.28]everything alive falls into decay
[02:46.77]That's why I wish I had your heart,
[02:51.28] instead of mine
[02:57.78]Yes, I wish I had your heart
[03:02.27]instead of mine

I've drunk too much, to belong to you
Feel so much older, but I'm only 22
She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street
She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheet
She took me to a hotel where she watches the evenings end
Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend
Two tortured souls digging a hole,
when we need to cry
I wish I had your heart instead of mine,
instead of mine
I took a nightbus down to the park
I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
Two tortured souls digging a hole,
when we need to cry
I wish I had your heart instead of mine
Drunk too much to belong to you
I look up all the people to help me make it through
Everyone is an artist, and they've all got things to say
They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say
Just as night follows day,
everything alive falls into decay
That's why I wish I had your heart,
instead of mine
Yes, I wish I had your heart
instead of mine