Lyrics

Oh, a man who won’t have me has the last of my love.
The bud, bloomed once, now a monument.
And the heart beats blood. Yeah, the heart beats blood.
Like a good heart should. Like a good heart does.

Still some nights, it feels empty as a painted shell
drained so slowly through a pinhole.
I hid it for the hunting, but I did it far too well.
Now no one can find it, not even myself.

Oh, a man who won’t have me has the last of my love.
The bud, bloomed once, now a monument.
And the heart beats blood. Yeah, the heart beats blood.
Like a good heart should. Like a good heart does.

Hey, you take the weight off broken legs, sling up arms and hands.
But the heart keeps on working even when it’s on the mend.
Resting on the edge. Always headed for the floor.
Always steady, at the ready, even if you don’t know what for.

Oh, a man who won’t have me has the last of my love.
The bud, bloomed once, now a monument.
And the heart beats blood. Yeah, the heart beats blood.
Like a good heart should. Like a good heart does.