Some Racing, Some Stopping Songtext
von Headlights

I, I, I am a heart that sits in your pocket and you can hear me at night when its quiet.
Quiet.

Wouldn't it be sorta strange if we could hear our hearts all beating at once?

Some racing, some stopping, some skipping and dropping while we're listening.

And the faces wouldn't matter 'cause we'd know it when it pattered.


If you could hold, hold, hold your heart in your hand
Would no one demand
To know how you're feeling
'Cause you're showing it already?
Take a breath it's getting heavy in here.

With your heart on your sleeve there's no secrets you can keep.
With your heart on your sleeve, there's no secrets you can keep anymore.