| She said she wants to get out of the way |
| And find a new time |
| She’s searching for the words |
| She’s out of her mind |
| She thought she was approachable |
| She’s feeling so emotional |
| Throw her hands up, surrenders to the night |
| She’s lost and lonely no one holds her |
| As she’s walking home |
| She sounds so nervous as she’s talking on the telephone |
| She thought she understood but now she’s just thinking |
| She’s on a big ship and she feels likes she’s sinking |
| Cause her heart is a broken stone |
| Her shooting star is out on loan |
| There’s nothing left to say |
| And nothing left to try |
| No need to walk away |
| There’s no one else in sight |
| She feels like she’s disposable |
| She hated being controllable |
| Throws her hands up, surrenders to the fight |
| You know she’s wishing for it |
| You see it on her lips |
| She’d dance so slowly |
| You could feel it in her moving hips |
| I know she’s dreaming like a cat on the street |
| It’s only what she’d give is what you can keep |
| Cause in her heart is broken stone |
| Here shooting star is out on loan |
| Cause in her heart is broken stone |
| Sweet angel, sweet angel |
| Just find a piece of ground |
| And make it your own |
| Just find a piece of ground |
| And make it your own |
| Cause in her heart is broken stone |
| Her shooting star is out on loan |
| Cause in her heart is broken stone |
| You can’t mend it, you can’t mend it |
| Just find a piece of ground |
| And make it your own |
| Cause in her heart is broken stone |
| Her shooting star is out on loan |