Your little heart Does its best Pumping blood Into your veins I know it's ill I can't hear it well Maybe sometimes When you're not breathing The sun is low And we are laying And watching shadows At the white wall I know we're ill Just because we're here And maybe someday we'll just Learn how to live Your little heart Does its best Pumping blood Into your veins I know it's ill I can't hear it well Maybe sometimes When you're not breathing