Brittle Heart

Brittle Heart
Give me your brittle heart and your ashtray eyes
I'll give you carpet burns and a slanted life
And all that power and all that passion can be ours tonight
Give me your brittle heart and I'll light a fire
I'll make an effigy from a lock of your hair
And all those cinders and all those embers can be ours to share

And I'll take them all on and force down their doors
And I'll take them all on and walk through their walls
And I'll take them all on and crawl to your door and crawl to your door
Give me your brittle heart and your orphan's eyes
I'll give you carpet burns and antiseptic skies
And all that power and all that passion can be ours tonight
And I'll come to you like a ship to the shore
Like a paper plane that falls to the floor
And I'll take them all on and crawl to your door and crawl to your door
Give me your brittle heart and I'll light a fire