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