كلمات Rhythm

When you curse your name I'm a receiver When your heart won't change I'm a receipt Do I love like a stranger? The world keeps getting stranger all the time And the distance is greater Than any rope I ever tied around your waist to keep our tumbles in rhythm (Rhythm) In rhythm (Rhythm) Oh a heart is a pocket for loose change We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise Did you watch as our muscles divided In rhythm (Rhythm) In rhythm (Rhythm) I cursed being a man I cursed being the driver I let go of the wheel some time last year Then I sang to you in shifts Until the mountains folded over And your wrongs went through my wrist so you could sin I love the world I want to take it with me