heart it races

and we're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces

heart it races

and we go back to where we moved out

to the places

heart it races

i bought it in a can

stirred it with my fingers

singing

oom dada oom dadadada

threw it out the window

lately you been tan

suspicious for the winter

thinking

oom dada oom dadada

life's like little splinters

life's like little splinters

and we're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces. heart it races

and we go back to where we moved out

to the places

heart it races

i sold it to a man

and threw him out that window

he went

oom dada oom dadada

made his wife a widow

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone

heart it races alone