YOUR HEART AGAIN


every time i start to sing i realise i’m still trying to win your heart again,
your heart again, your heart again
and though i know it’s over and your love for me is gone
i keep hoping that a song will make it start again

i’m a prince without a polo team, a polo with no hole
a whole note without a pitch, a pitch without a goal
i’m a chicken with no feathers, an egg without a shell
it seems that when you left me
i left myself as well

if you will only let me in, i will not leave until i win your heart again,
your heart again, your heart again
even as i try to fix this broken home from broken bricks
the thought of you just makes it fall apart again

i’m james bond without his gadgets, a Q without a U
a ewe without her woolly coat, shivering in the morning dew
i’m a priest without a bible, a church without a bell
it seems that when you left me
i left myself as well
i left myself as well

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© david schweitzer 2004