Besedila: My American Heart. Other. Circa.

Truth be told
You were a man I didn't know
I fell through the cracks of a place called home
So where did you go?
I guess it was places I was never told
If I was born with a heart I wouldn't care to know
I wouldn't care to know
Know
Know
Know

Where did you go, what did you do?
Was I not, not, not enough to see it through?
Where did you go, what did you do
Told myself I'd be forgetting you (getting you)
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
I'm falling through the cracks I've never ever known
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
We're breaking too and I'll make it out alone

How could this be?
I'm seeing places you would never see
An ocean full of stories
And none to make you say, say, say, who

Where did you go, what did you do?
Was I not, not, not enough to see it through?
Where did you go, what did you do
Told myself I'd be forgetting you (getting you)
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
I'm falling through the cracks I've never ever known
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
We're breaking too and I'll make it out alone

Truth be told
That you will never ever know
That perhaps you built what's a broken home
Well truth be told
That you will never ever know
That perhaps you built what's a broken home

Where did you go, what did you do?
Was I not, not, not enough to see it through?
Where did you go, what did you do
Told myself I'd be forgetting you (getting you)
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
I'm falling through the cracks I've never ever known
I can't take it, no, I can't take it, no
We're breaking too and I'll make it out alone