Testo di Digging a Hole

I've drunk to much, to belong to you Feel so much older, but I'm only 22 She said she was an artist, when I met her in the street She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets She took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings end And cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mend Two tortured souls digging a hole, when we need to climb 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 when we're on nights like these Two tortured souls digging a hole, when we need to climb I wish I had your heart instead of mine Drunk too much to belong to you I look to all the people that help me make it through And everyone's 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