Somewhere under water maybe you could find my heart
that's where I threw it after you had torn it out
Whoa, three days ago
The doctor he said so
Told me
Every skyline and every night spent alone
Are tearing me apart
Maybe I should get some help
Maybe I should fly out to Montana
I've heard it's quite quiet way out past the electric lines
Out where no one will know my name and
Whoa, I've had it now
I'm walking, walking down to your house
I'm banging on the door
Please, please, please, Mr. Hox
Won't you tell your daughter I'm all alone
And I'm not handling this well
You never know what you have
Until you get it yanked out of your chest
Well I am
I'm walking to the water
I'm standing on the bank
I'm staring at my reflection
Oh my god, I look pathetic tonight
Well, guess what now
I'm diving in this river
I'm fishing out my heart
Never gonna let you
Never gonna let you get your hands on this again.