Текст: Broken Bells. Broken Bells. Mongrel Heart.

Is it hard to wait
Drawn by your mongrel heart again?
If you don't answer would you want to be found out?
You duck through the window, you're a blight on the town

Love is turning you out
Sliding worry 'round
I try to warn you, this waiting game
Bring that specter down

Would it be wrong
To clamp down on your racing heart, love?
And if they'd known we stitched it up to be found out
It's not what you deserve

Love is turning you out
Sliding worry 'round
I try to warn you, this waiting game
Bring that specter down

Faster than you were, come to demand
Turn out the lights or say get out
If you don't answer would you want to be found out?
Five days on trapped by a wave

Love is turning you out
Sliding worry 'round
I try to warn you, this waiting game
Bring that specter down, down, down

Black corn was soaking
You'll be cut down in the seedy stairway
If you don't answer, would you want to be found out?
Sapped from the bed to the window

Looking back on that time, starting in the minds
What it is to be 29, fame sets your life down
Would it be wrong, would it be wrong
To disappoint you now, disappoint you now?