Spare change, spare parts
Old hands, warm heart
Spare change, spare hearts

Spare change, spare parts
Old hands, warm heart
Spare change, spare hearts

Spare change, spare parts
Old hands, warm heart
Spare change, spare hearts

You pant like a dog in the wounded sun
And your breath's fogging up the air
Your coat turns from russet to gray
Bit by bit
You chant at the moon like your song is done
And you're trying to make amends
Your furrowed palms on display

I know you're afraid (Spare change, spare parts)
Of making a big mistake (Old hands, warm heart)
But you're just what I need (Spare change, spare hearts)
Spare me the fear (Spare change, spare parts)
We're all that we have right here (Old hands, warm heart)
Our bad is good for me (Spare change, spare parts)