Sacred Heart

Sacred Heart The uphill spring of this morning's events Has washed me clean of all common pretense Swept up in the rush and I once more... Into a world of punches, go bruised and sore Suffer fools sadly, with my savoir-faire Leave the table hungry, why should I care Th' sandman didn't come, up since the dawn Walk against the wind, walking in the sun Feel the pull, the improbable, my first born Without my sacred heart I might get something done Sacred Heart Now, I don't mind trouble, I hold my own But she's the one thing moving I call home I'll not see her though, not if she sees me first Relaying anecdotes, if that's the way it works, then it works She's the stuff n'sure enough second to none Without my sacred heart there's little to be won Sacred Heart