Songtext
The heartbeat is a sound, and I can listen
I miss you in the winter, I'm trying to stay busy
But your heart is like a sound
That is bent over distance (Bent, bent, bent)
The telephone is busy, all the kids are expert witnesses
They saw the stylist tailor wearing black and blue
And I miss you every winter, but it's raindrops down the windows
Black and blue
And my heart sounds like a sound, too
And I can bend it
The kids are extra posers reflected in the windows
Black and blue, blue, blue, blue
Your heartbeat is a sound
That is bent over distant
Your heartbeat is a sound
That is bent over distant