We listen with our hearts and mind, but how to make a choice. |
Alas, alas, my poor heart shout Stop all of this You introduce me, invite them, and I have to part You cry.... but poor old broken heart No more I say, no more Sometimes my beating grow softer .....not because you are alone, just because I'm content with my surroundings .....no enemy or danger near that could hurt me Sometimes I skip a beat, letting you know that potential danger is up ahead Thoughts of the mind, thoughts of the mind don't interrupt Don't try to analyze my every beat This is at no cost love that you feel See the bigger picture, this is not love that you feel Is it love, can I analyze this at all? Mindless, heartless, that's what you should be For danger is up ahead, can't you see the warning signs??? Dear heart, stop a beat, let the mind speak I analyze, for your the one that skipped a beat You're the one that make me wonder So let me analyze this drums that you call a beat Lets let it all in the hands of this soul We are but a choice, a road to be taken, lets be still, so that the poor soul speak As the beat grew softer, so did the mind grew still Complete and utterly blissful silence |