"(VERSE 1) o, a man who won't have me has the last of my love
And the bud bloomed once now a Monument
and the heart beats blood yeah
the heart beats blood
like a good heart should
like a good heart does.
Still some nights it feels empty as a painted shell
drained so slowly through a pinhole
I hid it for the hunting but I did it far too well
now no one can find it not even myself (REPEAT VERSE 1)
Hey you take the weight off broken legs
sling up arms and hands
but the heart keeps on working even when it's on the mend
resting on the edge always headed for the floor
always steady at the ready even if you don't know what for (REPEAT VERSE 1)"
©2015 Heather Aubrey Lloyd