Hurts Like Heaven (Live)

Written in graffiti on a in a park
Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold

Written up in marker on a factory sign
I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold

See the arrow they shot
Trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go

Of you, ooh-ooh
'Cos you do
Oh, you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

On every street every car every surface on nature
When the streets are rising and you'd rather sing
Don't let em take control
No we won't let em take control

Yes I feel a little bit nervous
Yes I feel nervous and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us
How come they're out when they don't know the facts

So on a concrete canvas and a glow in a dark
On a concrete canvas I'll make you a mark
Armed with a spraycan soul
I'll be armed with a spraycan soul

And you, ooh-ooh
You, ooh-ooh
'Cos you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Woah oh-oh-oh, woah oh-oh-oh

Yeah it's true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
Then it hurts like heaven

And it hurts like heaven
Oh oh oh-oh
And it hurts like heaven
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Eno, Christopher Anthony John Martin, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman
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