Hurts Like Heaven

Hurts Like Heaven
Written in graffiti on the bridge in the park:
"Do you ever get the feeling
that you're missing the mark?
So cold, so cold
So cold, so cold
Written up in marker on a factory sign:
"I struggle with the feeling
that my life isn't mine"
So cold, so cold
So cold, so cold

See the arrow they shot,
trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly
and the beat for my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go
You...Uuh...
Cause you do...
Oh you, use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...
Streets and cars, and a pavement of saints,
and at the streets are rising, and you'd rather sing:
"Don't let them take control,
no, we won't let them take control"
Yes, I feel a little bit nervous,
yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax
I'm coming 'round to get us,
I'm coming 'round
when they don't know the facts
So on concrete canvas,
under cover of dark,
concrete canvas
I will make you a mark...
Armed with the spray can soul
I am down with the spray can soul
You...Uhh...
Oh You...Uhh...
Cause You... Use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...
Wohoho
Wohoho

It's true,
When you... Use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...
Hurts like heaven....
En un lienzo de concreto, entre las sombras de la noche, una serie de grafitis resuenan con un sentimiento profundo y casi angustioso. En la melodía caótica de la ciudad, las letras escritas en graffiti plantean dudas y luchas internas que muchos de nosotros hemos sentido en algún momento de nuestras vidas...