
Date of issue: 03.09.2014
Song language: English
Fickle Heart |
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart |
Longs for sun and lays in the dark |
Aims for love and misses the mark |
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart |
My feet, my feet, my tired feet |
Have carried my fast and far in retreat |
But now I’m kicking myself to sleep |
With my feet, my feet, my tired feet |
My mind, my mind, my restless mind |
Is caught on the bridges I’ve left in flames behind |
Every step overthought and analyzed |
'Til I lose my mind |
In the cold sweats underneath the sheets |
I was trembling with dreams I hate to dream |
You stayed awake, clutching my face, trying to save my teeth |
Now I grind them to dust |
My bones, my bones, my aching bones |
Are broken and bruised from your sticks and stones |
But your words put the knife in my soul |
Leaving just bones, aching bones |
And my fickle heart doesn’t have a home |
To rest these bones, aching bones |
Now I’m just bones, bones |