From the album Junkyard Heart

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Karen Morand -vocals, acoustic

Lyrics

Junk Yard Heart
I’m tangled, grasping, greedy.
I’m nasty and I’m needy.
I’ve stolen from the poor
I’ve burnt all my bridges.
I’ve broken all the dishes.
I’ve bolted every door
But I know I’m at my best in your arms
I know I’m at my best in your arms
You ignore the cryptic warnings
from this junkyard heart
And turn it into goodI know there’s something good here in your arms
I’m a double-faced pretender,
a drunkard on a bender
Far away from home
I’m a junkie and a harlot
A letter painted scarlet
Shameful to the bone
But I know I’m at my best in your arms
I know I’m at my best in your arms
You ignore the cryptic warnings
from this junkyard heart
And turn it into good
I know there’s something good
here in your arms
I can’t shake you
This crazy love haunts every room
I try to hide out in my bed
Pile the covers on my head
But you won’t let me stay there
You won’t let me stay there
But I know I’m at my best in your armsI know I’m at my best in your arms
You ignore the cryptic warnings
from this junkyard heart
And turn it into good
I know there’s something good
here in your arms