DIRTY LITTLE HEART - Lostprophets

Another night

Another year that gone

Raise your glass

I'm not home tonight

Nothings changed

But everythings different

Getting cold in the bus stop light

All the days all the time we spent

Making plans for another life

Staring out of a backseat window

Making cuts with a plastic knife

This dirty heart still longs to beat

Back in your arms

Back on your street

These open wounds you gave me

These broken bones will take me

Crawling on through the debris

Of my dirty little heart

Another flight

Still I don't belong

An empty glass

Still not home tonight

I look for a chance

But only find indifferance

I'm growing old in the

Glare of a spotlight

All those nights

All these hearts I've haunted

All the memories we shared

I wonder if this

Will ever be different

I wonder if they

Will ever be spared

This dirty heart still longs to beat

Back in your arms

Back on your street

These open wounds you gave me

These broken bones will take me

Crawling on through the debris

Of my dirty little

These open wounds you gave me

These broken bones will take me

Crawling on through the debris

Of my dirty little heart

This dirty heart still longs to beat

Back in your arms

Back on your street

These open wounds you gave me

These broken bones will take me

Crawling on through the debris

Of my dirty dirty

These open wounds you gave me

These broken bones will take me

Crawling on through the debris

Of my dirty little heart