The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of 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 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 and 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

And 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.