The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night   The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight   The heart is the 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 have come this far   And still 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 and slowly from the brush   I need a massive overhaul   A revival to fall, to keep it burning      The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years   And 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.