That Beating Heart Songtext
von Maxïmo Park

In the highest club in Berlin
I′m on the outside looking in
The intersections down below
Reveal their own imperfect flow
Frolics in the doorway
You always did things your way
Conceal me from the passing drunks
The war cries of nostalgic punks

The air grips everything tonight
It holds your words up to the light
I understand that beating heart
I understand it plays its part
I understand that beating heart
It plays its part


In the highest club in Berlin
My patience wearing paper thin
We descend into the street
The rhythm fades as does the heat
And so you cling to my lapels
I have to leave but we're impelled
The subway tunnel curves and dips
Your cotton vest begins to rip

The air grips everything tonight
It holds your words up to the light
I understand that beating heart
I understand it plays its part
I understand that beating heart
It plays its part
Your beating heart