I've drunk to much, too long to you
Feel so much older, but I'm only 22
She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street
She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets
She took me to a hotel we she watched the evenings end
Cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mend
Two tortured soles digging a hole, when we need to cry
I wish I had your heart, instead of mine, instead of mine
I took a nightbus down to the park
I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars on a nights like these
Two tortured soles digging a hole, when we need to cry
I wish I had your heart, instead of mine, instead of mine
Drunk too much to belong to you
I look to all the people to help me make it through
Everyone is an artist, and they've all got things to say
They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say
Just as night follows day, everything alive falls into decay
That's why I wish I had your heart, instead of mine
Yes, I wish I had your heart, instead of mine