| I don’t wanna kiss you |
| I’ve already kissed you |
| And you said, «Kiss me again» |
| And all the hills were rolling |
| And all the clouds unraveled |
| Looked down upon our shadows |
| Looked down upon our history |
| And then you came towards me |
| But my heart has turned to stone |
| What if my heart has gone |
| The world is weary, tired enough |
| I need help to hold this love |
| Was it that you told me |
| That you’d learn to unfold me |
| To read my heart like a map |
| To throw it away and not bring it back |
| No one in this house is sleeping |
| We lie awake just listening |
| For something human, something apart |
| To hear something other than our own hearts |
| My heart has turned to stone |
| What if my heart has gone |
| The world is weary, tired enough |
| I need help to hold this love |
| But the words just grind me down |
| When your tears just tire us out |
| When the words just grind us down |