Hurts Like Heaven

Carved in a railing on a bridge in the park
Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?
It's so cold, so cold

Written in marker on the factory sign
I struggle with the feeling that my life is not mine

And on the way to the airport a withering rain
And the sense that the sky is eroding away
And still I won't let go
Still I won't let go

Can I use my heart like a weapon?

The pallor of lights on the M25
Sucks heat from my blood, and the life from alive

It's so cold, so cold

Billowing waves in the wind in the dark
A crack in the hull and a shower of sparks and
Then I lose control

And it sighs in the heater
And it sings in the drain
A repeater goes dark and the signal degrades
Still I can't let go
Still I won't let go

And I see my heart like a surgeon
Can I use my life like a weapon?