My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew

Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home sometimes
Well I dance the two step look at you swing
Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when you're coming up
Lose it down when you're tip toe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and
Day when we were in the rat race
Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear they wull dry off ya cheeks
And never been down the factor to much of
That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me
Losing myself in this race
You see me see me see me see me seeing me
See me see me me me
What's in my liberty
In a hectic test a no one protest'n you when imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need and lead in the life 'cause I never
Play fair

My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew

I got my own way home I got my own keys
So why you looking at me like you're a lady
I got my own kinda groovy
Smoking too much and drinking
You bring yourself down in pain
Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye
For the love of the living and the live cut free
She all on the dance floor while I drink whiskey
And look to the corner think about me all about me
Never go self 'cause you walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around
This floor much quicker than you
Look at this look at the boys dancing think they're impressing but they ain't
Do shit I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as
I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no
Fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I ain't here for more
Take my last match with desperate passions and few up facts

My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew

Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up too much to call home
Sometimes

Writer : JAMIE TREAYS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group