Heartbeats on Hold

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lyrics

It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to stun
These are the days of wine and razors at the age of twenty-one
Could I be infinite? Could I be everything I dreamed?
Or will I get pulled back through the cracks and trapped
Attracted like a tractor beam?

I’m in between a rock, shot clock and a guillotine
A fiend for the silver screen since I was barely seventeen
Making love behind elevator doors, between floors
Living in the Big Apple but I’m rotten to the core

I’m twenty-four, and I’m headed for the war
Like a bull to the matador
Falling, spralling down on a double edged sword
Then bleeding out and crawling back for more
And if memory serves I’m an alcoholic
Well, if I’m not, then I’m drinking a lot

And I forgot about the, whatchamacallit?
Placing bids on burial plots
No pot of gold where the rainbow hits the ground
It’s the city of the angels, baby, not a halo around
Forget the names of the flames and the pain
And all the little things you lost
Just get the fame at any cost…yeah

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing hurts like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who needs a savior if there’s nothing here to save?

It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to killI’m twenty-seven, south of heaven, and you’re looking for a thrill
Could I be infinite? Could I be everything you dreamed?
Christian Grey or Christian greater, maybe something in between?

I mean, I’ve seen a lot of papers and a lot of magazines
But you’re the hottest thing floating in those painted-on jeansBut the finer things don’t mean a thing to the queen
Here, follow me to the ocean and I’ll show you what I mean

And what a scene, when they found her body washed up on the shore
And all the paparazzi Nazis crowded around her like a corpse
Of course, I was a million miles away in a Hollywood hotel
With a fellow libertine, a hot young thing, we called her Jezebel

And what the hell, I may as well embellish this as well
You tell me I’m a different person, but it doesn’t ring a bell
So if you need me, baby, better telephone the catacombs
Cause I’m better off alone…yeah

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing hurts like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who really needs a savior when there’s nothing here to save?

And oh, the lies we told
How we would never grow up and we’d never grow old
But we sure grew cold, got bought and sold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold
And oh, the songs we sing
Of unspoken promises and broken wings
And it stings how we sold our soul for the silver and gold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold

It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to love
Yeah I’m in my dirty thirties looking for answers from above
Like, am I infinite? Or am I just a poet’s dream?
Meaning, if you say you love me I’ll I believe in anything

I’m on a wing and a prayer, and yeah, sometimes I wanna be a star
Not the kind you see on t.v., but you wish on from afar
So forget the spot and hit me with a shot of moonlight
Cause I got it all together now, right? Right?

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing burns like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who really needs a savior when there’s nothing here to save?

And oh, the lies we told
How we would never grow up and we’d never grow old
But we sure grew cold, got bought and sold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold

And oh, the songs we sing
Of unspoken promises and broken wings
And it stings how we sold our soul for the silver and gold
Hello operator, help me...

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from Hello Maybe Everything, released October 1, 2013
Additional vocals - Tracy Joyner

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