The poems strewn Across the floor They're out of tune With every chord And one reads ‘lay down Inside this open heart'
And where's this heart of which it speaks? It must be soaring skies revealed For it's been fooled for the last time Or so it would seem And I can't lay down Inside this open heart With these crazed eyes Of aftermath
Tell me what happens when the planets align? Will torrid skies collapse our hearts? Will jealous moons come crashing down Into the ocean floor?
For it's been fooled for the last time Or so it would seem And it's been fooled for the last time Or so it would seem