Some Racing, Some Stopping

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