Digging a Hole

Lyrics for Digging a Hole

I've drunk too much, to belong to you Feel so much older, but I'm only 22 She said she was an artist when I met her on the street She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheet She took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings end Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend Two tortured souls digging a hole, when we need to cry I wish I had your heart instead of mine, instead of mine I took a nightbus down to the park I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these Two tortured souls digging a hole, when we need to cry I wish I had your heart instead of mine, instead of mine I've drunk too much to belong to you I look up all the people to help me make it through Everyone is an artist, and they've all got things to say They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say Just as night follows day, everything alive falls into decay That's why I wish I had your heart, instead of mine Yes, I wish I had your heart instead of mine