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, so cold,

It's so cold, 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, so cold,

It's so cold, so cold

See the arrow that they shot,

Trying to tear us apart took the fire from my belly

And the beat from my heart

Still I won't let go, still I won't let go

You, yes, you do

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon

And it hurts like heaven

On every street, every car, every surface are names

And now the streets arise and we're writing the same

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 go making my mark

Armed with the spray can soul

I'll be armed with the spray can soul

You, oh you 'cause you use your heart as a weapon

And it hurts like heaven

Whoa, whoa, it's true

When you use your heart as a weapon

And it hurts like heaven and it hurts like heaven