Ghost Trains
Текст песни Making A Mess Of My Heart

There's a road plagued with ambition, a car stuck on the hill

Let's set sail or go live in a whale, just pass that little blue pill

We've all dressed as piranhas and looked up to the stars

We're small fry, I'm not worrying why our ship's still heading for Mars

But love, why don't you listen? We're your people

Oh, love why don't you see? We're good people

I won't forget you making a mess of my heart

There's a beach under a sunbeam, bleached pure from afar

A vain ape, I wish I could escape, but you are the God and the bars

I give in to the sideshow that I make of myself

I pick fleas from the pit of disease and wake up screaming for help

But love, why don't you listen? We're your people

Oh, love why don't you see? We're good people

I won't forget you making a mess of my heart

Oh, love, why don't you listen? We're your people

Oh, love why don't you see? We're good people

I won't forget you making a mess of my heart

I won't forget you making a mess of my heart

I won't forget, I can't forget, you making such a mess of my heart