Hearts Are Made For Beating
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
A heart is a bomb set inside of your chest
When that bomb goes off is anybody's guess
Your head breaks your body decays
A heart is a bomb in your chest
Ooh-ooh
A heart is a bomb, but a heart nonetheless
It ticks and it tocks until detonated
On an airplane, on a cold subway train
A heart is a bomb in your chest
Oh, everyone knows what a heart represents
Love, however it ends, begins with a kiss
Loving is more the thing than loving someone in pain
But then hearts are made for beating
