Suede Digging A Hole
I've drunk too much, to belong to you
Feel so much older but I'm only 22
She said she was an artist when I met her on the street
She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets
She took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings end
And cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mend
Two tortured souls
Digging a hole when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart instead of mine
I took a night bus down to the park
I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
Two tortured souls
Digging a hole when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart instead of mine
I've drunk too much to belong to you
I looked to all the people to help me make it through
And everyone's an artist and they've all got things to say
They know the words to say it all but just not what say
Just as night follows day
Everything alive falls into decay
That's why I wish I had your heart instead of mine
Yes I wish I had your heart instead of mine
