Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers …

A Heart Needs a Home

I know the way
That I feel about you
I’m never going to run away
I’m never going to run away
Never knew the way
When I lived without you
I’m never going to run away
I’m never going to run away

I came to you when
No one could hear me
I’m sick and weary
Of being alone
Empty streets and
Hungry faces
The world’s no place when
You’re on your own
A heart needs a home

Some people say
That I should forget you
I’m never going to be a fool
I’m never going to be a fool
A better life, they say
If I’d never met you
I’m never going to be a fool
I’m never going to be a fool

Tongues talk fire and
Eyes cry rivers
Indian givers
Hearts of stone
Paper ships and
Painted faces
The world’s no place when
You’re on your own
A heart needs a home

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~ by Gli amori difficili on Monday 9 November 2009.

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