Myth of the Heart

Well don't want to fall in love, I think I've had enough, and I can't shoulder it. And I don't want a boy like you, I mean of course I do, but I'll get over it. Cause it's just slow motion in the dark Shadows dancing in a deeper part, Make-believing in a myth of the heart. Love is a butterfly, I need to close my eyes, or I could set it free A flash of perfect skin and there it goes again, Fluttering out of me. But it's just slow motion in the dark Shadows dancing in a deeper part, Make-believing in a myth of the heart. Did you think that heaven's at the bottom inside a bottle in a hotel room? Let me mark my path through the clouds of some cigarette ashes and, a broken bottle of cheap perfume. Well don't want to fall in love. Well don't want to fall in love. Well don't want to fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, fall in love.