Texty: Buffalo Tom. Bleeding Heart.

When I am relaxed, I drop my drink
My bleeding heart has a gate of thorns
When I turn on my sink
The guy next door turns his off
But my bleeding heart will not go away

Six hundred thousand miles
Cannot squelch its flame
I wear my bleeding heart
Right underneath my sleeve

Oh, roses, daggers, thorns
And words that make a name
I wear my bleeding heart
It will not go away
Will not go away, will not go away

Oh, roses, daggers, thorns
And words that make a name
I wear my bleeding heart
It will not go away, will not go away
Will not go away, will not go away