One heart to trade or sell
One heart, an empty shell
Perhaps I'll stop
In some pawnbroker's shop
And see what he might pay
For second-hand hearts today
Old dreams I'll never use
Love songs I'd love to lose
Such worthless things
What scale could measure them?
What other fool could be a fool like me and treasure them
Since you're gone, I wear you on this heart
How could I pawn this heart that still loves you?