Texty: Broken Social Scene. Other. Gang Bang Suicide.

well if you love what you are
then you must try to solve
all the things you can leave
through the minds and retrieve

they say size doesn't count
but my heart is a house
will you come and move in
leave a space for us to give

so when you die will you leave behind
all the leaves
that we sold
to ourselves
with the whyouths
and the whens

was it hard to retrieve all the lies
and the seeds
do you love do you try
i don't care
it's the sign

so let's wash all the fear
"grow old hand!" in the mirror
with the lights on our skin

they say war will never win
if you like to sew up
then i wish you would grow up
and take the lines from your face
age so sweet and replace
it's the soul that i want
it's the low belt and caught
it's the size of my heart
it's a house we can start

well your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun
yeah your mouth is a gun


you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you
you hate it all in you

i really think we did the best we could i really think that we did the best we could
all the lights we were, all the lights we were

let's keep falling through the medical cracks of sound, let's keep falling through the medical cracks of sound
i really think we did the best we could i really think we did the best we could

they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house
they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house
they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house
they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house
they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house
they say size doesn't count but my heart is a house