I got nosy and I read her letters, I read her diary, it's the same story and nothing better.
The words remind me of someone else's heart that's gone and left a mark.
And the pop music plays on the local radio.
There's people on the street but no one that I know.
And like my heart is now, I know not where they go.
Same words, different meaning, same heart, different feeling.
So much for him, so much for her, cause that's past.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
She got nosy and read my letters too.
And my notebook surprised to find that love is not so new.
So we both took someone else's heart and walked it through the dark.
A feeling so rich I turned around to laugh.
We had both indulged in each other's past to find out that our love was true enough to last.
Same words, different meaning, same heart, different feeling.
So much for him, so much for her, cause that's past.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Someone else's heart.
Now I know about that someone else's heart.