Heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of the night   The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight   The heart is a match to the fire   And the embers of desire to keep it burning      I am a shell of the manner and the means   Mine is a story of nothing as it seems   But when we've come this far   Still we don't know who we are, does it keep burning?      When it's over and you see it with your eyes   Would you rather have the truth or a lie?      I call for Angels to breathe holy on this rust   I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush   I need a massive overhaul   A revival to fall to keep it burning      When it's over and you see it with your eyes   Would you rather have the truth or a lie?      When it's over and you see it with your eyes   Would you rather have the truth or a lie?      The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years   My heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears   The heart is the dream and the kiss   That there could be more than this to keep it burning, burning      To keep it burning, to keep it burning   To keep it burning, to keep it burning