Busted (CHIMERES)

My throat is tight
My heart is busted
It is my heart you have entrusted
And in my glory and my sorrow
If not today then when tomorrow

I'm losing sleep from all those things you say to me
And I'm feeling weak when you say she saw you again
What it does to me...

But soon she'll be sick and tired
Pretty soon she'll be gone
I'll be waiting in the woodwork
I'll be waiting till dawn

And in my glory, in my sorrow
Love me today, leave me tomorrow
My throat is tight
My heart is busted
And for whom, my sweet, have you lusted?
The moon may cast its shadows laying down on me
And the rain may cry its troubles down on me and drown me

But soon she'll be sick and tired
Pretty soon she'll be gone
I'll be waiting in the woodwork
I'll be waiting till dawn

My throat is tight
My heart is busted
And for whom, my sweet, have you lusted?
Have you lost it?

My heart's busted
My heart's busted
Have you lusted?
My heart's busted

And for whom, my sweet...

My heart's busted
My heart's busted
It's dead