To The Beat Of Our Noisy Hearts - Matt Nathanson

She don’t lie in bed at night

Staring at the ceiling

She don’t wait to begin

She bets on long shots

She wants what they’ve got

She skates where the ice thins

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

Our hearts

She was her mother’s secret

She was daddy’s girl

She brought weekend boys home in her curls

She said, «My love is a fever

Come on, touch my skin

They all think I’m easy

I’m easy, cause I let them win.»

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

To the beat of our noisy hearts

She said, «Pick up the phone

Cause I need to get more alone

And your voice drives me crazy.»

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts, hearts, hearts

On and on, we keep going

Crowded like subway cars

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts