When feelings bow to apathy, we're nowhere close to home.
I've seen love turn to gravity as its posture bends and fold.
You say that you want it, you want it all, 'cause you're not falling for settling.
Theology's wrong; You can't mix divine with everything.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
And when it subsides you'll see,
What a heartbeat looks like.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
To see what a heartbeat looks like.
It's the music box you play in your head.
As it dances around and plays pretend
And you twist it up and call it love.
Say that you want it, you want it all, 'cause you're not falling for settling.
Theology's wrong; You can't mix divine with everything.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
And when it subsides you'll see,
What a heartbeat looks like.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
To see what a heartbeat looks like.
Oh, it's hard to believe that you're calling this love tried,
'Cause love started leaving when you traded grace for pride.
Oh, it's hard to believe that you're calling this love tried,
'Cause love started leaving when you traded grace for pride.
It's turning this world gray.
It's turning this world gray.
It's turning this world gray.
It's turning this world gray.
It's turning this world gray.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
And when it subsides you'll see,
What a heartbeat looks like.
Shake off all the dust,
Off all the pride,
To see what a heartbeat looks like.