(*)The door lies wide open
You stand there half broken
You turn away slowly
Poor hearts are they
They seek to find shelter somewhere
Confused and...
Hiding behind reason
Slipping away slowly
Poor hearts are they
They seek to find shelter somewhere
(**)Poor hearts
I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Slipping and
The table's still turning
Poor hearts are not yearning
They close their eyes and they
Reflect on things that they say they know
to be true
They never try hard to
Tug, tug away but then
They never are willing
You're quite at home thru eating
with a gun to your heart
(**repeat)
(*repeat)
(**repeat 3 times)
