The Bleeding Heart Show - The New Pornographers

I leapt across three or four beds into your arms

Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm

Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.

It’s taken magic to a primitive new place

Watch 'em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic

We hunched together in one chair out on the deck

In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set

It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat

Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap

Watch 'em run, although it’s the minimum, heroic

We quit the room

Quit so our thoughts could rest

Rest them, I’ll never move?

That’s when we grab a hold

Of whatever it is we fell into

Lousy with your content

With what the majestic cannot find

In business of your lives

The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile

The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels

We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show