Wild Heart - Bleachers

Written by：Jack Antonoff/John Hill

They closed the parkway late last night

And as I sat with the echoes of

Lies that I told

I felt young never changed

By crooked hearts

So put the shotgun back in the glove

Come on and wait another year for

Dream far away

To come home to be brave

Well everything has changed

And now its only you that matters

I will find any way

To your wild heart

They boarded up the windows

And the doors to my house

No one will ever read the letters

Or the lies that I told

From the years I was changed

By crooked hearts

Why did they have to go and do us like that

Why did they have to go and run from the

Dream far away

Were we there was I brave

To think everything must die

For anyone to matter

Got to find any way

To your wild heart

I will find any way to your wild heart

I will find any way

Well everything has changed

And now I can't tell what matters

I will find any way to your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart

Your wild heart