Из альбома: Talk About the Weather
So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom
No healthy survival in rooms unattached
Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you
In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
In this prison of nowhere, you’ve played my emotions
You’ve stretched my condition, my head is all fire
With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter
Emotional torture is a game you enjoy
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
The importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion
Illusion’s an answer, but never the healer
And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime
The power to hold me, your pleasure to gain
It’s a dicey situation I have found myself in It’s a dicey situation I have found myself in You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
You’ve got your hand on my heart
On my heart