I, I, I am a heart that sits in your pocket and you can 
hear me at night when its quiet.
Quiet.

Wouldn't it be sorta strange if we could hear our hearts 
all beating at once?

Some racing, some stopping, some skipping and dropping 
while we're listening.

And the faces wouldn't matter 'cause we'd know it when it 

If you could hold, hold, hold your heart in your hand 
Would no one demand
To know how you're feeling 
'Cause you're showing it already?
Take a breath it's getting heavy in here.

With your heart on your sleeve there's no secrets you can 
keep.
With your heart on your sleeve, there's no secrets you 
can keep anymore.