Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake

Kate Bush

Emma's come down
She's stopped the light
Shining out of her eyes

Emma's been run out on
She's breaking down
In so many places
Stuck in low gear
Because of her fears

Of the skidding wheels
(The skid of her wheels she feels)
Skidding wheels
(The skid of her wheels she feels)
Spinning wheels
(Wheel-skidding feeling)

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake

(She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing)

She's losing that inner flame
It was burning bright
But she's losing the light fast

She's only herself to blame
Well, take care of yourself
And remember Georgie
But she's so O.D. 'd on weeping
She can hardly see

That she's dropping beads
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads
(Red, red on the parquet)

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake

Written by: Kate Bush
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