You've been closing your door Hiding in vintage drawers White facade shelters but an empty room And not a museum And ooh, when it falls, no one hears a sound And ooh, you've been working for a paper crown Reserve Reserve your heart for me I say reserve, oh reserve your heart for me You've been Hiding in sheets At the end of your wits Thunder claps as you nestle in your fears And hope no one sees And ooh, when it falls, no one hears a sound And ooh, you've been working for a paper crown Don't you trudge through flooded streets We can walk on open seas I tell you now Reserve your heart for me