i i i am a heart that sits in your pocket and you can hear me at night when its quiet quiet wouldn t it be sorta strange if we could hear our hearts all beating at once some racing some stopping some skipping and dropping while we re listening and the faces wouldn t matter cause we d know it when it pattered if you could hold hold hold your heart in your hand would no one demand to know how you re feeling cause you re showing it already take a breath it s getting heavy in here with your heart on your sleeve there s no secrets you can keep with your heart on your sleeve there s no secrets you can keep anymore