me, i tremble like a hill on a fault line

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 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

when it's over
and you see it with your eyes
would you rather have the truth or a lie?

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...