When you curse your name I'm a receiver   When your heart can't change I'm a receive   Do I love like a stranger?   The world keeps getting stranger all the time   And the distance is greater   Than any rope I ever tied around your waist    To keep our tumbles in rhythm      Oh, a heart is a pocket for loose change   We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise   Did you watch as our muscles divided in rhythm?      I cursed being a man   I cursed being the driver   I let go of the wheel sometime last year   Then I sang to you in shifts   Till the mountains folded over   And your wrongs went through my wrists so you could sin      I love the world, I want to take it with me