Hart

We stole a house from Brooklyn

And planted it in my front yard

Inside was a tree and inside that tree was a heart

Burning in the middle protected at the core

Only my breath bring me peace and reward

We stole a house from Brooklyn

And planted it in my front yard

Half asleep, a world appeared

Inviting me to keep my conscience clear

A world appeared, glowing from inside

Inviting me to keep my conscience clear

There's no more stars in Brooklyn

But there's beauty in a painted sky

Pickups in the street and a heart the size of Versailles

Dancing on the rooftop while the vinyl spins

Rumba 6/8 and dusted out strings

There's no more stars in Brooklyn

But there's beauty in a painted sky

Half asleep, a world appeared

Inviting me to keep my conscience clear

A world appeared, glowing from inside

Inviting me to keep my conscience clear