Torn between the light and the dark.
The heathen smiles, the tell tale heart.
He hides away, it is his home.
His saving grace, he lives alone.
The silence cuts so deep within

For all is lost he can never win
Secrets come and secrets go, that only his heart ever knows
And outside is the real world, the weird and the wonderful
He is afraid to be alone, he is alone
He wants to touch the feeling of her loneliness, to watch her cry is to watch him die. The heart it was the main thing to see and believe

It will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love.
He placed a piece of velvet upon the shame, the ultimate cover up the hidden lie
To die with ones mouth full of ashes, ooh, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love.
Tattle tell, tattle tell, tell tale heart.

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