Take a slow deep breath my love/ there aint nothing to be ashamed of/ disapproval, failing health, the never ending absence of wealth/ I must admit I tug the rope
And oh the static, constant sound/ the neon lights burning all the good out/ we move too slow we don’t fit in/but our makeshift gears grinding gracefully, don’t ever stop were stable and were steady and we fear, we’ll be martyred then/ for knowing that something is wrong, but we cant put our finger on it
A heart of gold is so hard to manage.
I watch it all unwind, to watch it wind back up again/ and I feel my body aching with the times like a shivering widow pulls the needle through, stitching up these old truths/ and I fear, we’ll be martyred then/ for knowing that something is wrong, but we cant put our finger on it
A heart of gold is so hard to manage

SOUMETTRE LES CORRECTIONS