The wind carries us home Tin cans, recycled air, end the minstrels’ roam Reunite body and mind The walls left broken and crumbling Oh but what did you expect, gone for seasons at a time I’ve closed my eyes to dream Woken only to have lost the spring To bags, cases, and hearts on our sleeves Held them high so they could watch them bleed
And I wear my heart on my sleeve So you can watch it bleed Watch it bleed Watch it bleed
From up here the land, a patchwork quilt Sewn together by arthritic hands Pursuit of passion; persistent guilt Anxious for loving embrace Dissolve this ache I’ve felt
And I wear my heart on my sleeve So you can watch it bleed Watch it bleed Watch It bleed
How could you have looked and seen anything but compassion Left to watch alone, jealous of false attentions You’d felt it in my touch, tasted it in my kiss And still, darling, you screamed my affections were passionless Despite every example of devotion, every memory made You still succumbed to boredom, you let the pictures fade
And I wear my heart on my sleeve So you can watch it bleed Watch it bleed Watch it bleed