Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake

Emma's come down
She's stopped the light shining out of her eyes
Emma's been run out on
She's breaking down in so many places
Stuck in low gear, because of her fears
Of the skidding wheels
(The skid of her wheels she feels)
Skidding wheels
(The skid of her wheels she feels)
Spinning wheels
(Wheel-skidding feeling)

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Oh come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

She's losing that inner flame
It was burning bright but she's losing the fight fast
She's only herself to blame
Well take care of yourself, and remember Georgie
But she's so OD'd on weeping
She can hardly see
That she's dropping beads
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads
(Red, red on the parquet)

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Oh come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

 

1978 by Kate Bush Music/ EMI Music Publishing Ltd.

 

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