Sacred Heart

Some day Chris will quit his desk job Leave the rat

race far behind

Until then he'll scrape existence

In this prison we've designed

As the voice whispers in his ear

On a sphere of sleeping beauty

Trapped beneath still icy wastes

Sacred hearts don't make a sound

Smile is frozen onto face

Cold routines of sterile duty

Blight the lives of living death

Some day Jo will flee the city

Find life in the countryside

Until then she'll choke on fumes

And the bitterness inside

As the voice whispers in her ear

On a sphere of sleeping beauty

Trapped beneath still icy wastes

Sacred hearts don't make a sound

Smile is frozen onto face

Cold routines of sterile duty

Blight the lives of living death

Some day Paul will call the girl

Who could help him with his mind

Until then he'll prowl dark entries

Paying forty pounds a time

As the voice whispers in his ear

On a sphere of sleeping beauty

Trapped beneath still icy wastes

Sacred hearts don't make a sound

Smile is frozen onto face

Cold routines of sterile duty

Blight the lives of living death

We put on blank facades

Dressed in white at our own wake

Regrets buzz like drunk corpse flies

Then hatch out larvae in sad sighs

I am so truly very sorry

But she's gone to a better place

There's no more tears for you my dear

Pleasure forever in the sky