The door lies wide open
You stand there heartbroken
You turn away slowly
Poor hearts are they
Who seek to find shelter somewhere
Confused and pacific
Hiding behind reason
Slipping away slowly
Poor hearts are they
Who seek to find shelter somewhere
Poor hearts I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Slipping in and singing out
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 parading
With a gun to your head
Poor hearts I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Slipping in and singing out
The door lies wide open
You stand there, heartbroken
You turn away slowly
Poor hearts are they
Who seek to find shelter somewhere
Confused and pacific
Hiding behind reason
Slipping away slowly
Poor hearts are they
Who seek to find shelter somewhere
Poor hearts I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Slipping in and singing out
Poor hearts I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Slipping in and singing out
Poor hearts I have always found
Underneath the darker ground
Squirming in and singing out
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