Your silver heart, it backs into my chest and doesn't leave a note. 
You seem to have the big idea that I'll still be here tomorrow. 
You know you love me, but I am not so sure.

You've been around this whole city, you're wondering where I might be. 
Well look no more, there's no need to find me. 
I'm as good as dead darling. 
You know you love me, but I am not so sure.

Although we 'fit' together, we just don't belong. 
Your silver heart.