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 gears

Because of her fears

Of the skidding wheels,

(The skid of her wheels she feels.)

Skidding wheels,

(The skid of her wheels she feels.)

Skidding wheels.

(Wheel-skidding feeling.)

Her heart is there,

But they’ve greased the road.

Her heart is there,

But she’s no control.

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 that inner flame.

It was burning bright,

But she’s losing the fight fast.

She’s only herself to blame.

Remember yourself,

And remember Georgie.

But she’s so O.D.'d on weeping

And she can hardly see

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 out 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.