Hart-The Wash

We stole a house from Brooklyn And planted it in my front yard Inside was a tree and inside that tree was a heart Burning in the middle protected at the core Only my breath bring me peace and reward We stole a house from Brooklyn And planted it in my front yard Half asleep, a world appeared Inviting me to keep my conscience clear A world appeared, glowing from inside Inviting me to keep my conscience clear There's no more stars in Brooklyn But there's beauty in a painted sky Pickups in the street and a heart the size of Versailles Dancing on the rooftop while the vinyl spins Rumba 6/8 and dusted out strings There's no more stars in Brooklyn But there's beauty in a painted sky Half asleep, a world appeared Inviting me to keep my conscience clear A world appeared, glowing from inside Inviting me to keep my conscience clear