My dear heart, what is it you are trying to say,
Your rivers full, but you feel so empty anyway,
What was the part, I couldn't find in disarray,
Perhaps wrong fuel, or slip that lead the blood astray,

And I have listened to your beat, the symphony of contradiction,
While you producing heat, you freeze with such conviction,

Am I to hard? To rely on you on every day,
Or am I a fool? Who dared your wish to disobey,
What makes us hurt? The feelings we managed to delay?
Or you just cruel, to shout without a word to say.

And I have listened to your beat, the symphony of contradiction,
While you producing heat, you freeze with such conviction.

My dear heart, what is it you are trying to say,
Your rivers full, but you feel so empty anyway.