| The street bears no release | 
                        
                        
                             | When everybody's fighting. | 
                        
                        
                             | The street bears no release, | 
                        
                        
                             | With so lights so hot and biting. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | I run the stairs away | 
                        
                        
                             | And walk into the nighttime. | 
                        
                        
                             | The sadness flows like water | 
                        
                        
                             | And washes down the heartache, | 
                        
                        
                             | And washes down the heartache. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is full, | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is wide. | 
                        
                        
                             | The saddest songs are played | 
                        
                        
                             | On the strings of my heart. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | The heat is on its own. | 
                        
                        
                             | The roof seems so inviting. | 
                        
                        
                             | A vantage point is gained | 
                        
                        
                             | To watch the children fighting. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | So lead me to the harbor | 
                        
                        
                             | And float me on the waves. | 
                        
                        
                             | Sink me in the ocean | 
                        
                        
                             | To sleep in a sailor's grave, | 
                        
                        
                             | To sleep in a sailor's grave. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is full, | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is wide. | 
                        
                        
                             | The saddest songs are played | 
                        
                        
                             | On the strings of my heart. | 
                        
                        
                             |  | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is full, | 
                        
                        
                             | My heart is wide, so wide. | 
                        
                        
                             | The saddest songs are played | 
                        
                        
                             | On the strings of my heart. |