Your heart is a toolbox
Locked up in an empty shop
Only the wind howling for company
There's dust on the rafters
Thick dust on the floor
No one to disturb you here anymore
The body of a small mouse, just a skeleton
The ghosts of your machines
Auctioned off to strangers - they walked all over
But you never got
Anything
Don't believe the words spoken in anger
Don't believe the words written in love
Just listen to your own sad story
And keep the tools locked up
But there were stars
There were songs
There were stars
There were songs
There were kisses in the moonlight underneath the summer sky
There were kisses in the moonlight underneath the summer sky
And there was love
There was love
There was love
