Red lorry yellow lorry - Hand on heart

30. října 2009 v 17:10 | Bels Revenge |  Hudba


So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom.
No healthy survival in rooms unattached.
Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you,
In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay.

You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.

In this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions,
You've stretched my condition, my head is all fire.
With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter,
Emotional torture is a game you enjoy.

You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.

The importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion.
Illusions an answer, but never the healer.
And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime,
The power to hold me, your pleasure to gain.
It's a dicey situation I have found myself in.
It's a dicey situation I have found myself in.

You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.
You've got your hand on my heart.

On my heart.
 

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