[00:29.24]I've drunk too much, too long for you
[00:34.49]Feel so much older, but I'm only 22
[00:39.24]She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street
[00:45.25]She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheet
[00:50.50]She took me to a hotel where she watches the evenings end
[00:55.74]Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend
[01:01.00]Two tortured souls digging a hole,
[01:07.50]when we need to cry
[01:10.24]I wish I had your heart instead of mine,
[01:19.49]instead of mine
[01:26.50]I took a nightbus down to the park
[01:31.74]I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
[01:37.00]He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
[01:42.51]He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
[01:47.74]Two tortured souls digging a hole,
[01:54.24]when we need to cry
[01:56.99]I wish I had your heart instead of mine
[02:16.04]Drunk too much to belong to you
[02:21.53]I look up all the people to help me make it through
[02:27.03]Everyone is an artist, and they've all got things to say
[02:32.27]They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say
[02:37.03]Just as night follows day,
[02:41.28]everything alive falls into decay
[02:46.77]That's why I wish I had your heart,
[02:51.28] instead of mine
[02:57.78]Yes, I wish I had your heart
[03:02.27]instead of mine