(Melissa Ethridge)



I got a chrome-plated heart

I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart

I got angels crying from up above

And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love.



But I have learned to leave no stone unturned

And keep the wall against my back

And the love is real as the day is long

And the night is black, as black as night.



I got a two dollar stare

Midas in my touch, and Delilah in my hair

I got bad intentions on the soles of my shoes

With this red hot fever and these chromium blues.



And I will feel another lover's wheel

And drive for miles and not look back

And the love is real as the day is long

And the night is black, as black as night.



And I dance in time and the times are rough

And I'll pay the price and I'll pray that it's enough

Outside the door, where it always rains

I'll take the time and polish these scratches and these stains.



On my chrome-plated heart

Wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart

I got angels crying from up above

And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love.



And the only way I know where the train will go

Is when I'm sleeping on the tracks

And the love is real as the day is long

And the night is black, as black as night.



And the night is black, as black as night...