Connection by Elastica.

Running hard, anyway, that is the luck you crave, they donít believe it now, they just think itís stupid
So God, anything, anyone, could have done, who would have cared at all, not you

Another heart has made the trade, forget it, forget it, forget it

We donít understand how a heart is a spade, but somehow a vital connection is made

Instrumental

Running hard, anything, anythingís, good enough, who would have brought it on someone like you
Just as they brought me round, now that theyíve brought you down, roundabout and roundabout, who wants a life anyway

Another heart has made the grade, forget it, forget it, forget it

We donít understand how a lost heart is played, but somehow a vital connection is made