Shoot the moon, hit the stars
Send my love running down the boulevard
Hang my heart up on that line
Let it beat 'til it runs dry, 'til it runs dry

Hot as hell, cold as ice
This Ferris wheel that we call life
With a past I could erase
But I'll serve it up on a silver plate, on a silver plate

Hang my heart up on that line
Let it beat 'til it runs dry, 'til it runs dry

In this world, we all fall down
Like a pack of wolves in a dusty town
And we draw fast when the killing's done
Always too late, better on the run, better on the run

Hang my heart up on that line
Let it beat 'til it runs dry
Hang my heart up on that line
Let it beat 'til it runs dry, 'til it runs dry