Popular Fiction

I can't build up a buried heart

But I can sing another man's song for you

I can play a different part

But I can't build up a buried heart for you

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I can't live in between your heart strings

You got me burnin' now

Wishin' for nothing short than anything

Within your power

And I don't remember or recall, or recall a choice

But I can hold on to the sound of your voice



The melancholy tone that you take

The business man that you break

And the bad blood that I embrace

You got me wishing, wishing that you were

Mine again



Do you think I am that complex to have ever questioned your innocence?

I should have known, I should have learned

We all get high and we all get burned

Summer daze, had the wish for something more

I met you under the traffic light

You call to me with a shout I can't ignore

You are the only thing in sight

And I don't remember or recall, or recall your face

But I can hold on to the time and the place



When you kissed me in the dark of a warm night

And showed me the pain of the half-life

And left me strung out on the moonlight

Wishin', wishin' that you were

Mine again



Oh how I wish I could meet you for the first time three years from now

Maybe a thousand days could separate me from the man I am today

Oh how I wish I had never met you three years ago, babe

A thousand days can't separate me from the man you made me