I've drunk too much, to belong to you Feel so much older but I'm only 22 She said she was an artist when I met her on the street She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets She took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings end And cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mend Two tortured souls Digging a hole when we need to climb I wish I had your heart instead of mine I took a night bus down to the park I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these Two tortured souls Digging a hole when we need to climb I wish I had your heart instead of mine I've drunk too much to belong to you I looked to all the people to help me make it through And everyone's an artist and they've all got things to say They know the words to say it all but just not what say Just as night follows day Everything alive falls into decay That's why I wish I had your heart instead of mine Yes I wish I had your heart instead of mine