If in a song you find a shovel Let it dig you up And leave you all unsettled It's a terrible, wonderful feeling I'm living, breathing And though you misaddressed it Heaven sent it And so it came to me By way of a melody In a dream I'm dropping matches Fanning the fire by batting eyelashes You've got that thing I need A hot hook and heart on your sleeve And maybe all it means I'm living, breathing And when you left it I buried my nose in your jacket I meant everything I said In the note I put in the pocket In this light I can't see past it Where would you be if you were my glasses? But I don't need to see I'll get on my hands and knees Me up to the heart on your sleeve I'm living, breathing If I'm gonna do down let me go like this Lighting up a dancefloor Wet and plugged in