Belgrave Heart Strings
show me your dark side sweet pie
the part that plucks fragile heart strings
while the speedometer is just a reflection
show me your weak side baby
GOD knows we all have one,
where the lines on the road don’t matter.
You look so pretty,
From where I stand
As you smile slowly
Holding my heart in your hand
show me your wild side darling
the part that runs through the trees
where the signs are just suggestions
show me your weak side baby
GOD knows we all have one,
where the lines on the road don’t matter.
You look so pretty,
From where I stand
As you smile slowly
Holding my heart in your hand
She’s trying to find the right version of herself,
the right version of herself
She’s trying to find the right version of herself,
the right version of herself
In the old mirror, in the old mirror,
my heart beats in her hand
