[Verse 1]
How long?
How long ‘til I am won?
A constant roam through combination
A saddlebag
The moor alone
Remove the bone, desire
Undecorated
[Refrain]
How heartless, how heartless, how heartless you are
Who would pitch up his tent next to me?
[Verse 2]
Cannot sustain
Snacking alone
Nor holy bread, that threat of manna makes it
So hard to slow
Or call a home
Impossible to hope with breath unbaited
[Refrain]
How heartless, how heartless, how heartless you are
Who would pitch up his tent next to me?
[Verse 3]
It could be me
That lucky bolt
All sadness smote
All lame with hope
I’m waiting
Who?
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
In this day, all of them
A bleat of happiness!
This day, more of them
A bleat of happiness!
[Outro]
So brick me in
The chapel wall
A quatrefoil
To frame the world
I’m waiving