The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of the night The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight The heart is the match to the fire And the embers of desire To keep it burning
I am a shell of the manner and the means Mine is a story of nothing as it seems But when we have come this far And still we don't know who we are Does it keep burning
When it's over and you see it with your eyes Would you rather have the truth or a lie?
I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush I need a massive overhaul A revival to fall To keep it burning
The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years My heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears The heart is the dream, and the kiss That there could be more than this To keep it burning To keep it burning