Clumsy Heart Paroles

Walking, walk, walking away

just to lift a leg to start is the hardest part

I turn and trip on my clumsy heart

I always trip on my clumsy heart



...we were in two halves, we didn't quite match

she ground down my corners, kissed me for the foreigners spilling their drinks down the nicest clothes they packed



She's always just inches from me
"goodbye" is no good, time to say who should stay

I know a dive hiring nights near Japantown



We, then there was we

calls only calls, cellular fees

we tragically reread entries...in our diaries



We were terminal at the terminal

we shed all out metal, kissed me for the federales

scanning our bags for contraband and blades