When you curse your name
I'm a receiver
When your heart won't change
I'm a receipt
Do I love like a stranger?
The world keeps getting stranger all the time

And the distance is greater
Than any rope I ever tied around your waist to keep our tumbles in rhythm (Rhythm)
In rhythm (Rhythm)

Oh a heart is a pocket for loose change
We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise

Did you watch as our muscles divided
In rhythm (Rhythm)
In rhythm (Rhythm)

I cursed being a man
I cursed being the driver
I let go of the wheel some time last year
Then I sang to you in shifts
Until the mountains folded over
And your wrongs went through my wrist so you could sin

I love the world
I want to take it with me