You called an airstrike on my heart
It didn’t make a sound
It was a biological assault
That brought my defences down
I’ll rescue you with tiny airplanes
For you to be around
It will be just like The Great Escape
With Steve McQueen and Richard Attenborough
(Mhm, mhm)
I come complete with detachable feelings
I leave them at home
I’m not scared of anything
Except for being on my own
I heard the sound of your heart breaking
I see graves when I should be celebrating
Should be you and me But that’s not how it’s going to be
(Mhm, mhm)
I heard the sound of your heart breaking
I see graves when I should be celebrating
Should be you and me But that’s not how it’s going to be