Hurts Like Heaven

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark? It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart Still I won't let go Still I won't let go You 'Cause you do Oh, you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street, every car, every surface are names Tonight the streets are ours, and we're writing and singing Don't let them take control No, we won't let them take control Yes, I feel a little bit nervous Yes, I feel nervous, and I cannot relax How come they're out to get us? How come they're out when they don't know the facts? So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark On a concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark Armed with a spray can soul I'll be armed with a spray can soul You Oh, you 'Cause you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven (Whoa, oh) (Whoa, oh) It's true When you use your heart as a weapon That it hurts like heaven Oh, it hurts like heaven