Brasstronaut Hearts Trompet
Keep a trumpet
in my top drawer
cause it's a hot world
when your heart is on the floor
Keep on sailing for that
far shore
cause it's a
tough world
when you're fighting your own war
There are
many places
with their
locked doors
but it's that
sweet sound
picks my heart up off the floor
so we
Keep on marching through the door
ok ok just let it go
Take the only road you know
the one that calls you from inside
in my hands I hold the past
lead me closer to the light
