One heart to trade or sell
One heart, an empty shell
Perhaps I'll stop in some pawnbroker shop
And see what he might pay
For second-hand hearts today
Or old dreams I'll never use
Oh
The songs I'd love to lose
Such worthless things
What scale could measure them
What all a fool could be
A fool like me
And treasure them
But since you're gone
Oh
Oh
I wear you on this heart
How could I pawn this heart
That still was you
Haven't thought shop

Such worthless things
What scale could measure them
What all a fool could be
A fool like me
And treasure them
But since you're gone
I wear you on this heart
That's the end of you