Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Every time you're walking down the street
And everywhere you go
The doors are always closed
And there's nobody home
What is it that you want from me?
You don't even know
But you can't leave me alone
You can't leave me alone
So where have you been?
And where can you go?
With your broken telescope
Your small heart and graveyard notes
You can't read the clouds
You can't smell the smoke
You can't stop and you can't start
You can't feel your own small hеart
The street lights are on
And the powеr is off
You're still standing through the door
Your light bulb eyes and your small heart
They don't make stars anymore
Like the ones that you know
From your old outdated charts
And moth-bitten coloured hearts
Every time you're walking down the street
Walking in the snow
You always move too slow
You always move too slow
Your Small Heart was written by Fred Thomas.
Your Small Heart was produced by Fred Thomas.