Page France - Rhythm lyrics

When you curse your name I'm a receiver When your heart can't change I'm a receive Do I love like a stranger? The world keeps getting stranger all the time And the distance is greater Than any rope I ever tied around your waist To keep our tumbles in rhythm Oh, a heart is a pocket for loose change We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise Did you watch as our muscles divided in rhythm? I cursed being a man I cursed being the driver I let go of the wheel sometime last year Then I sang to you in shifts Till the mountains folded over And your wrongs went through my wrists so you could sin I love the world, I want to take it with me