And we don't choose what we feel Only what we show And what is shown is seldom real Now there's a battle raging inside Behind what is, what should, What could cannot
To have and hold, as spoken Hasn't held and now a hole remains Two halves are making whole What was in part, but was restrained
Once stilled, but now awakened From slumber, startled to Blind, it lumbers, slow, encumbered The heart that wanders will only end up crushed Beneath the wrong love
And we don't choose who we love Only who we hurt And who we hurt is rarely us
Now there is turmoil turning inside Behind what is, what should, What could cannot
To have and hold, as spoken Hasn't held and now a hole remains Two halves are making whole What was in part, but was restrained
Once stilled, but now awakened From slumber, startled to Blind, it lumbers, slow, encumbered The heart that wanders will only end up crushed Beneath the wrong love
It hasn’t held and now a hole remains Two halves are making whole What was in part, but was restrained
Once stilled, but now awakened From slumber, startled to Blind, it lumbers, slow, encumbered The heart that strays always ends up crushed Once stilled, but now awakened From slumber, startled to Blind, it lumbers, slow, encumbered The heart that wanders will always end up crushed Beneath the wrong love