Your heart is a muscle that can’t break That’s just an excuse indulgent people like to make The heart can atrophy; you can get heart disease But it doesn’t snap, it’s more a fade I’ll go get us drinks they make by hand It’s a long, strange show and you should come and stand But you’re on your phone; you’d rather be alone I will watch you watch the DJ spin The tender heart softly weeps The bold heart burns, it's soul ablaze But hearts can’t break I want to burn your clothes and car I want you close here in my arms But hearts don’t break Your heart is an organ that you play It’s an instrument without much tact or subtlety When I feel your breath along my face and neck There is power and energy