My heart is cold and my head is hot, a curious paradox
And she's falling, falling into your arms
Can you shield her from hate? will you keep her from harm?
From breaking, from aching, forsaking her maker?
My heart has stepped off the battlefield, my heart it is wounded and sore
My heart is hungry, my heart is full, my heart can't take any more
My heart has a murmur, we talk at night, she tells me she is blue
My heart is broken, my heart is sick, it lies in a sticky pool
My heart's a machine that hasn't stopped yet
My heart is a pusher and I am in debt
My heart is a dealer in recycled blood
My heart is a pump in an endless flood
lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub