Текст песни Lostprophets — Dirty Little Heart
Another night, another year that's gone
Raise your glass, I'm not home tonight
Nothing's changed but everything is different
Getting cold in the bus stop light
All the days, all the times we spent
Making plans for another life
Staring out of a back seat window
Making cuts with a plastic knife
This dirty heart
Still longs to beat
Back in your arms
Back on your streets
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my
Dirty little heart
Another flat, still I don't belong
An empty glass, still not home tonight
I look for change but only find a difference
I'm growing old in the glare of the spotlight
All those nights, all these hearts I've haunted
All the memories we shared
I wonder if this will ever be different
I wonder if we will ever be spared
This dirty heart
Still longs to beat
Back in your arms
Back on your streets
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my
Dirty little
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my
Dirty little heart
This dirty heart
Still longs to beat
Back in your arms
Back on your streets
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my
Dirty, dirty
These open wounds you gave me
These broken bones will take me
Crawling on through the debris of my
Dirty little heart