Brittle Heart - Brett Anderson

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 the passion

Can be ours tonight

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

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

Give me your brittle heart

Give me your brittle heart

And I’ll light a fire

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

Light a fire

Give me your brittle heart

Light a fire