written while living on little west 12th street, I want your heart to be, to be mine. But I want your heart to be, to be mine. Will you run away or laugh at your prey But I want your heart to be, to be mine. I wander the night, out, cold, flashing light. A brief thought will glow. For some it will go,
and interning at
Platinum Island Recording Studio
©1997 Joe Matzzie
P2000 There's Been A Publishing, ASCAP
Appears on the album "It's
All True"
I want your heart bottom, bottom line.
I want your heart to be, to be,
I want your heart.
Is there an excuse to warrant my use
With time and what not, I down one more shot.
Up on the stage the bars are a cage.
The measure of rage won't come from a chart.
I want your heart bottom, bottom line.
I want your heart to be, to be,
I want your heart, bottom line.
Who came and who went like money well spent.
Today is our chance to sink or to dance,
He said as he shook and held that same look,
I want your heart bottom, bottom line.
I want your heart to be, to be,
I want your heart, bottom line.
Bottom line, bottom line.
It holds me in place while all my thoughts race.
Back on West 12th they fear for their health.
They're dreaming of wealth that won't fall apart.
(Chorus)
But others can feel it, hold it and steal it.
Inside my head the art is not dead.
Ideas have not fled; they're just held apart.
I want,
I want,
I want,
I want,
I want,
I want your heart to be mine.