YOUR BEATIN‘ HEART
your beatin` heart is there to keep but i try and i try to sleep
and you come as i lay tired and i try and i try and i try
come rest your weiry head, what`s mine is yours
you stroke my arm, i am right by your side
the days are long, last night was short, and i`m sure you heard it all before
but: wouldn`t it be nice, if you staying in your house this night?
in the still of the night i hear your footsteps approach
we share the night and your blanket is mine – no, mine is yours
your beatin` heart is there to keep but i try and i try to sleep
but: wouldn`t it be nice, if you staying in your house tonight?