pardon me

Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets?

I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but

Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets?

I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but

I’ve felt a heart before
And I’m learning what a heart is for
I believe a heart is made to feel the things that lay in front of it

I’ve felt a heart before
And I’m learning what a heart is for
I believe a heart is made to feel the things that lay in front of it

And I lay before you

Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets

I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but

I’ve seen your heart before
I caught it peeping through my open door
And it seemed it wanted to stay and stick around for just a litttle bit

I’ve seen a heart before
I could swear that yours was wanting more
So I waited for you

Tell me how would it feel with an open heart?
To cruise around and play the fielder with a gropin’ heart?
Break it down to the beats of your broken heart?
Or whip it out, let them see you with your open heart?

"Pardon me" by The Blow