Black of Hearts

If you could find it in your heart

That shrivelled out thing

That shard of ice

That lonely lost love

That tiny thing

Surely you can find it in there

In that tiny thing

Then nature shall bring

You back to me

You can nurture me

In this bed of thorns

But my lovers gone cold

And this story’s old

Can’t you feel it beat?

Like a fist to the head

Til your pretty much dead

If you can find it in your heart

We could pretty much start

This game up again

With fame and sin

I’ll wear your black ring