| Song | A New Heart |
| Artist | Malcolm Middleton |
| Album | Break My Heart |
| I've been asked to write a song without a swear word or a slight | |
| At myself or another, for my mother for my bride | |
| A song that'll shine on my kids and theirs to come | |
| Something that'll love them and watch over when I'm gone | |
| To my ward, to my wheel-chair, to my runner's-up drip | |
| Will you push me will you pull when I'm too fat to see my | |
| Didn't I always tell you I'd stay for 2000 years? | |
| You'd better hope that science fiction doesn't have good ears | |
| You're rubbing on my genie hurry up and make a wish | |
| Quenched that thirst my bag is burst watch out for all my | |
| Flies trying to break in to my eyes like little rymes | |
| Of hatred trying to squeeze inside all these precious lines | |
| I see across to the hills and the bridge that wears the sun | |
| I remember how I feel when I know you're going to come | |
| Running up the stairway and through the front door | |
| Cook us dinner then we burst, take pictures on the floor | |
| Remember when I sing my songs that opposites attract | |
| That's why these shavings of despair come zooming to my heart | |
| For he is gold and magnet-red and beacon and a light | |
| I take these flies and pick them off and catalogue the night | |
| So put it in your eyes any way that you like | |
| I say the words and feel your heart when I lie awake at night | |
| I know sometimes I'm moody and you have to wear kid-gloves | |
| I'm trying hard to better myself I'm trying to rise above | |
| So I tried to write a song without a swear word or a slight | |
| At myself or another at my mother at my bride | |
| I almost got accosted by the good old negative | |
| And even when I'm screaming love I'm swearing that it is | |
| Shouldn't I just admit it that I've lost the race to lose | |
| Break the record in it's track and stop being confused | |
| A friend to my failures and a friend to myself | |
| Is what I'll be when I've fixed the roof and everything else |
| I' ve been asked to write a song without a swear word or a slight | |
| At myself or another, for my mother for my bride | |
| A song that' ll shine on my kids and theirs to come | |
| Something that' ll love them and watch over when I' m gone | |
| To my ward, to my wheelchair, to my runner' sup drip | |
| Will you push me will you pull when I' m too fat to see my | |
| Didn' t I always tell you I' d stay for 2000 years? | |
| You' d better hope that science fiction doesn' t have good ears | |
| You' re rubbing on my genie hurry up and make a wish | |
| Quenched that thirst my bag is burst watch out for all my | |
| Flies trying to break in to my eyes like little rymes | |
| Of hatred trying to squeeze inside all these precious lines | |
| I see across to the hills and the bridge that wears the sun | |
| I remember how I feel when I know you' re going to come | |
| Running up the stairway and through the front door | |
| Cook us dinner then we burst, take pictures on the floor | |
| Remember when I sing my songs that opposites attract | |
| That' s why these shavings of despair come zooming to my heart | |
| For he is gold and magnetred and beacon and a light | |
| I take these flies and pick them off and catalogue the night | |
| So put it in your eyes any way that you like | |
| I say the words and feel your heart when I lie awake at night | |
| I know sometimes I' m moody and you have to wear kidgloves | |
| I' m trying hard to better myself I' m trying to rise above | |
| So I tried to write a song without a swear word or a slight | |
| At myself or another at my mother at my bride | |
| I almost got accosted by the good old negative | |
| And even when I' m screaming love I' m swearing that it is | |
| Shouldn' t I just admit it that I' ve lost the race to lose | |
| Break the record in it' s track and stop being confused | |
| A friend to my failures and a friend to myself | |
| Is what I' ll be when I' ve fixed the roof and everything else |