By Heart Songtext
von Nick Waterhouse
By Heart Songtext
Two of a feather will spend time together
And silently know (woah) that maybe means never
On a leather bench seat, with her head in my neck (woah)
She asked if I fell, had fallen, was fallin′ for her, yeah
Yeah, maybe means never
Oh, you know and I know that maybe means never, and
Never learn something
You can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart (ohh)
Hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand (oh-woah)
Three times a loser
A beggar, a chooser
I'm learning it slow (woah)
Not finding any clues or dark accusers
In corner booths all singin′ the blues (woah)
I asked if she was coy, cunning, or runnin' with regret
Yeah, maybe means never
Well, you know and I know that maybe means never, and
Never learn something you can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart (oh-woah)
Hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand (oh-woah)
Never learn something you can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart, oh now
Gonna hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
And silently know (woah) that maybe means never
On a leather bench seat, with her head in my neck (woah)
She asked if I fell, had fallen, was fallin′ for her, yeah
Yeah, maybe means never
Oh, you know and I know that maybe means never, and
Never learn something
You can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart (ohh)
Hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand (oh-woah)
Three times a loser
A beggar, a chooser
I'm learning it slow (woah)
Not finding any clues or dark accusers
In corner booths all singin′ the blues (woah)
I asked if she was coy, cunning, or runnin' with regret
Yeah, maybe means never
Well, you know and I know that maybe means never, and
Never learn something you can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart (oh-woah)
Hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand (oh-woah)
Never learn something you can do by heart
Soon as you do, it comes apart, oh now
Gonna hold it tight like a fistful of sand
No hawk, no dove, no two in hand
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Writer(s): Nicholas Ryan Waterhouse, Anthony Polizzi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com