Manner and Means

The 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 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 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

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

To keep it burning