Broken Bells

Is it hard to wait?
Drawn by your mongrel heart again
If they don’t answer, would you want to be found out?
You duck through the wind in your old blight on the town
Love is turning you out
Sliding worry round
I try to warn its waiting game
To bring that spectre down
Would it be wrong
To clamp down on your racing heart? Love
And if they’d known, what sifted down to be found out?
It’s not what you deserve
Love is turning you out
Sliding worry round
I try to warn its waiting game
To bring that spectre down
Faster than you were going to allow
Turn out the lights or say get out
If you don't answer, would you want to be found, love?