My soul is wearying Oh Lord who will comfort me? I said my soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery yeh Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeah My home is a wreckage a family ground Impli-ed in poverty

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

Than a jukebox and a bar One pushes me up the mountain And one rolls me down the hill And your incandescent notions As for me and my barely-beating heart There's no better prescription They can make cars drive themselves And prove time-travel ain't crazy

Hey Lolita, hey I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna say Never was in love, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown Just you and me feelin the heat beatin when the sun goes down Kiss me in the d.a.r.k.

Tie your mother down Give me all your love tonight All your love tonight Ooh, ooh yeah, ooooh yeah Get your party gown Get your pigtail down Get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right Got my act all tight

I can't stop this music traveling round with me wherever I go It's playing for you I can't stop the voice unraveling round me whatever I do It's talking to you The world dances to the rhythm of its own Heart beating for you, however you lose So speak to

Slow down my beating heart In a little while Slowly, slowly love Surely you'll be mine In a little while, I'll be there This hurt will hurt no more I'll be home, love When the night takes a deep breath And the daylight has no air

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

We can shake it When the lights go out And the bombs come down I will hear your heart beating When the morning comes And the war is done You will hear my heart beating

Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise When they turn the pages of history