Текст песни My Southern Heart - Matt Woods

Once upon a time you kept a toothbrush here for me
In that too small silver cup on the shelf above your sink
It wasn't quite as heavy as a weighted golden ring
But it was mine
Tangled there we'd sleep under the window cracked just so
Enough to let the night air chill the button of your nose
Last call 'til the morning you were there for me to hold
So many times

Oh, my southern heart
Always finds a way to tear a damn good thing apart
I know some night
You'll find another underneath those northern lights

In the morning you'll bring coffee to that table by the bed
And I'll consider mentioning that book you never read
The one I left a year ago that said what needed said
About the crime
I'll call you from some western town to ask how things have been
And blame it on the miles apart that keep us only friends
Knowing that the hand that took the life what might have been
Is clearly mine

Oh, my southern heart
Always finds a way to tear a damn good thing apart
I know some night
You'll find another underneath those northern lights

Oh, my southern heart
Always finds a way to tear a damn good thing apart
I know some night
You'll find another underneath those northern lights