Song | Heavyhearted World |
Artist | Ben & Ellen Harper |
Album | Childhood Home |
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It’s Christmas morning in the psych ward | |
There’s a flight risk today so a nurse guards the door | |
There’s a man in the corner who sounds just like me | |
Rambling on about time square new years eve | |
If i could only forget what I’m supposed to know | |
If i could only keep from sinking so low | |
Strapped me down and into the void i was hurled | |
With nowhere else to turn in this heavyhearted world | |
Traded our rage for broken bones | |
Traded our fear for someplace to call home | |
Traded a lifetime for one long day | |
Nothing is more beautiful than to fade away | |
Fear and the memory of painful youth | |
It prepared us for the painful truth | |
So gather only what’s sacred summons all of your courage | |
And walk with me into this heavyhearted world |
It' s Christmas morning in the psych ward | |
There' s a flight risk today so a nurse guards the door | |
There' s a man in the corner who sounds just like me | |
Rambling on about time square new years eve | |
If i could only forget what I' m supposed to know | |
If i could only keep from sinking so low | |
Strapped me down and into the void i was hurled | |
With nowhere else to turn in this heavyhearted world | |
Traded our rage for broken bones | |
Traded our fear for someplace to call home | |
Traded a lifetime for one long day | |
Nothing is more beautiful than to fade away | |
Fear and the memory of painful youth | |
It prepared us for the painful truth | |
So gather only what' s sacred summons all of your courage | |
And walk with me into this heavyhearted world |
It' s Christmas morning in the psych ward | |
There' s a flight risk today so a nurse guards the door | |
There' s a man in the corner who sounds just like me | |
Rambling on about time square new years eve | |
If i could only forget what I' m supposed to know | |
If i could only keep from sinking so low | |
Strapped me down and into the void i was hurled | |
With nowhere else to turn in this heavyhearted world | |
Traded our rage for broken bones | |
Traded our fear for someplace to call home | |
Traded a lifetime for one long day | |
Nothing is more beautiful than to fade away | |
Fear and the memory of painful youth | |
It prepared us for the painful truth | |
So gather only what' s sacred summons all of your courage | |
And walk with me into this heavyhearted world |