Foxtrot Hearts

Why must you keep tearing that very well fitting
And scorching new rhythm apart
Why must you keep trace of my journeys
Through the wastelands of all foxtrot hearts

And must we keep looking most boldly for love
While we know we're most desperately lost
We've learned all our lessons, we paid all our dues
We both now know love’s highest cost

Now all roads are blocked and the doors are all closed
No, no one’s enjoying the ride
Except the unbroken and well-shaken king
Of all these foxtrot hearts

So why do we need our old traveling shoes
We’ve got wings wide enough to fly
We've got heavens to bleed on, earth to walk by on
So many blue things to deny

Why must you keep dancing all over the surface
And push all your needles inside
Why must you belong to the worst man around
The killer of all foxtrot hearts

The tune’s never changing, the orchestra's fake
I'd never join in to their song
I’m choking on chords and I’m singing their words
To a poor giveaway microphone

I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow