sometimes rust looks like wood
sometimes we do as we should
but most times you'll find
whether ahead or behind
the mystery of a heart that's good
i swear that true love has died
but i still hear sweet longing sighs
looks like love's locked up inside
in a jail of ribs and goodbyes
sometimes rust looks like wood
sometimes we wish that we could
but most things you'll see
will lead you to grieve
the mystery of a heart that's good
i swear that true love has died
but i still hear sweet longing sighs
looks like love's locked up inside
in a jail made of ribs and goodbyes
sometimes rust looks like wood
sometimes we do as we should
but most times you'll find
whether ahead or behind
the mystery of a heart that's good