Blue Heart

Blue heart, brave mind, bruised hands, red eyes Blue hearts are beating all the time I wanna talk about it, make a song and dance about it Standing on the rooftop, shout about it They're only made of flesh and blood Men in grey suits, Italian leather boots Back pockets full of cash, call it self-care tax They're not paid enough, we don't say it enough They're not paid enough I'm not a hero, I never claimed to be I just wanna go home, turn off the TV Turn off my phone, so you can't reach me I'm not a hero, I'm just here to mend Broken bones and human woes I'll wake up tomorrow and do it all again Blue heart, brave mind, bruised hands, red eyes Blue hearts are beating all the time I had a rough day, a cursed tough luck day A never wanna talk about it, you won't understand day But I'm not standing on the front line We all suffer to the box ticking pen pushers When we call in sick, there's a blue heart waiting for us So we can stand and clap our hands on every front porch And street corner I'm not a hero, I never claimed to be I just wanna go home, turn off the TV Turn off my phone, so you can't reach me I'm not a hero, I'm just here to mend Broken bones and human woes I'll wake up tomorrow and do it all again Blue heart, bent spines, short breaks, still smiling Blue hearts are beating on the front line I'm not a hero, I never claimed to be I just wanna go home, turn off the TV Turn off my phone, please God don't ring me I'm not a hero, I'm not a hero I'm not a hero Blue hearts, bent spines, stressed sighs My my, blue hearts are beating all the time