Brett Anderson

Give me your brittle heart
And your ashtray eyes
I'll give you carpet burns
And a slanted life
And all that power and all that passion
Can be ours tonight
Give me your brittle heart
And I'll light a fire
I'll make an effigy
From a lock of your hair
And all those cinders and all those embers
Can be ours to share
And I'll
Take them all on and force down their doors and I'll
Take them all on and walk through their walls and I'll
Take them all on and crawl to your door
And crawl to your door
Give me your brittle heart
And your orphan's eyes
I'll give you carpet burns