[Folk music]

Falling off the handle bars
Joking round, fake cigars
Holding up for loving in the fancy cars
And dreaming of a love that’s better than ours
And I can feel you digging
Go on down to the heart of this

I don’t which way you’re going
But I don’t want to be part of it
Oh, no no no no
‘Cause you’re beauty, than you hurt and you’re broken
Oh ooh, did you ever even know me at all?
Oh, no no no no
And you’re beauty, then you hurt and you’re broken
Oh ooh, did you ever even know me at all?

Falling off the handle bars
Getting by with open scars
And holding up for a woman who plays guitar
And dreaming of a love that’s better than ours
(But there’s no better than ours)
And I can feel you digging
Go on down to the heart of this

I don’t know which way I’m going
But I don’t want you to be part of it
Oh, no no no no
‘Cause you’re beauty then you hurt and you’re broken
Oh oooh, did you ever even know me at all?
Oh, no no no no
And you’re beauty, then you hurt and you’re broken
Oh ooh, did you ever even know me at all?