Hurts like heaven

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park. 'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?' It's so cold, it's so cold. It's so cold it's so cold. Written up in marker on a factory sign. 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'. It's so cold it's so cold. It's so cold it's so cold. See the arrow they shot trying to tear us apart. Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart. Still I won't let go-Still I won't let go of you- ooh ooh. 'Cause you do. Oh you use your heart as a weapon and it hurts like heaven. On every street every car every surface are names and at the street arise, I'll be rather insane. Don't let em take control-No we won't let em take control. Yes I feel a little bit nervous. Yes I feel nervous and I cannot relax. How come they're out to get us? How come they're out when they don't know the facts? So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark-On a concrete canvas I'll go making my mark. Armed with a spray can soul, I'll be armed with a spray can soul. And you ooh ooh-You ooh ooh, you use your heart as a weapon and it hurts like heaven. Woah oh oh oh, woah oh oh oh. Yeah it's true when you use your heart as a weapon, then it hurts like heaven and it hurts like heaven. Oh oh oh-oh. And it hurts like heaven-Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.